i am numb at the thought
of never meeting your warmth,
there is something dying in me
the way we leave and come back
only to leave again,
this is a tradition of pain
we inflict upon each other,
and i am numb,
i am numb
every time this is complete
winter clouds have descended, the sky
reaches down to kiss the sea
this is agony because they will never
meet
and i think of you, like i always do
my love, i have loved
i have loved you in all seasons of life
and lost you every time
part IV