Unchanging Cameo

Rambling away
as you write to
remember,
that which you've left
far behind your today.

Typing away
with line breaks
and commas,
lending your words
profundity unearned.

Thoughts scrambling
scampering
in that vortex,
slipping away
from your sick grimy reach.

Winter approaches
you knew that it would.

But Summer lasted
nary a week.