just you

the limb's brush wisps by
on a strange, windy, day
it tears apart
and snaps your way

landing on your arm,
aloof and cool
she whisks it away,
she, the wise ghoul
that survived last year's
hour of the passing
of more time

more time apart
and now together
you and she
the devil, the ghoul
forget the season,
no need for time
or more

of anything