A glance into my heart
reveals a reflection not my own...

I'm full awake and breathless.
In this broken moment...

Five months have passed
still I cannot sleep...

Five branches once grew
each limb weaker than the next...

His eyes move with a slow shiver,
They feel the chill of his soul...

Ragged shoes return to the road
naught has changed to lessen the load...

'If all goes well he won't come home tonight.'
unsharpened knife, unprepared for the fight...

The seasons' cycles draw their end,
with a hollowed echo of love's pretend...