Branches swaying in the wind,
a gentle reminder of the cold...

Thank you,
for all the times we had...

Pick up the pace,
i gotta go faster...

They call your name,
A soft whisper lost between the breezes...

I thought love was simple,
Easy to understand...

I never knew to soar,
to spread my wings and fly...

He put his cold wet hand,
on my shoulder...

It began slowly,
It wasnt supposed to happen...

They looked at me with wide eyes,
Eyes full of sorrow...

Secrets that should never be told,
found loose lips...

I kissed her frozen cheek,
ruffled his golden hair...

Quietly sitting,
like its never there...