When I cannot hear your voice,
Will you shout over the noise
And make yourself known?
Or will I simply have to deal with being alone?

The trees don’t match up
To this comfortable breeze,
They almost freeze
At the slightest touch.

When I no longer remember the days,
Will you be at my side?
Or will I have to find
Another’s body to hide?

The air is as cool
As ever,
If you listen carefully
You can predict the weather.

My love,
This world is turning
In waves of sleet and snow…

I must go.


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