The Decider

I can feel the chill
Winter is coming
The frost adorning
Nostalgic thoughts
The morning light
Fatigued, is late
But finds its way
through the quiet
Lingering clouds
Merging, dissipating
Into a uniformly lit
electric gray sky
I too, reluctantly
head out
To my post on the hill
Where all that is left
Is the trash of the
Long weekend thrill
Gone are those
eyes and smiles
The sparse words
The exuberance
The boundaries of
The unapologetic
Adulthood realized
All serving me as
A painful reminder
Of our only true foe:
Time,
the universal decider