My Foiled Attempts

This is the precarious balance:
The bright autumn leaf teetering
on the roof's edge
in the breeze.

This is the balance:
Letting you continue the deep rhythmic
sleep-breathing beside me
while the rhythmic pounding of
heartache
continues in my head.

This is your equilibrium:
The summer sun is quenched
by the Winter's frost
and now I know how it feels.