She passed through his life
Like wind rustling the leaves,
Dropping some of them to the ground;
The boy bowed his head to grieve.

The furnace in his heart had been too hot,
And when left untended,
Began to consume him from the inside out,
Unable to be mended.

She was a rocky river,
And he was a pitiful sail boat,
Battered apart by the water and
Unable to float.