The Trail Ran Cold Long Ago

<cue the piano>

some day I wander

waiting for you

the trees grow green, then fade to brown

and here I’ve been

with only the sound

of faint breath

to stem the tide of anger

rising up inside

where are you

brown leaves are scattered with foot falls

as the crunching snow becomes my last call

the trail ran cold long ago

how far can a dove fall

before the crows come calling

the snow melts

under summer heat

but your darling face

I regrettably did meet

you ran far longer

and faster than I

not afraid of danger, the Queen of time

pushing boundaries until the end

no wonder your heart gave out

long before mine

<place hand on her heart>