poem by Christina Ward
Gaerver Pond
Evening descends, darkness crawling into
the spaces of my yard,
Leaves spin then settle into shadow.
Fall brings herself in quietly this year.
Gaerver Pond is still,
save the concentric circle
disruptions of insect and air.
Beneath a green veil
mayfly nymphs squirm and crawl.
They will be devoured, in time.
I await the same fate.
Shifting, I am tired. Memory
skips rocks across the pond.
I remember nights of skin and sweat
Loving you so completely,
I forgot to be afraid.
I remember you.
The bench steals a last grasp
of warmth from me,
as I leave it to the chill,
the anguished memories
that live here still.
Originally published: Gaerver Pond in Literally Literary
Christina M. Ward 
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