To me,
You were...

Why is it that love is said to be blind,
When you need two eyes and one heart...

Peering off into the distance,
Of a snow covered window...

The child's soul,
Bruised and shattered...

I'm holding onto something
That doesn't belong to me...

Whispers,
Fluttering in the breeze...

Am I trying to move on?
What if I don't want to...

Cowering in a corner,
So neglected and decrepit...

Over by the rivulet,
Settled by the Sierra...

An explanation you so desire,
A answer you won't receive...

How do I describe,
A someone...

If you go to a place off by the coast,
You'll discover a small run down cottage...