Adieu

Say you'll stay
with me,
make this house a home,
watching the leaves yellow,
and bid farewell
to their branches,
skipping stones and
watching the ripples
cascade the cold water,
conversing over
steaming mugs of chocolate
and chamomile.

Don't leave me here,
I'd rather you wish me
painful death,
than to hear you say,
"adieu."

Now, only the sickly sweet aroma
of cocoa lingers,
the pond has frozen over,
branches are bare like your midriff
while wearing your favorite top,
this house never feels like home.

Say you'll stay
with me.