Tapped Rivers

Awoke to the grey morning light which creeps in
Thrilling the objects and my ashen skin
The warm vapours and still slumbering sheets' fragrance
Now we're desperately embracing the days for no reason

While the tapped veins of autumn
Keep on shedding the pouring rains
Turning numb to their glassy caress
We disappear

From the days
From the memories
From the entries
From the vividness
From the sight of each other

To relentless
Inevitable
Death