Little light filter and wane
Cold winds rising again
For the years where seven meant twelve
Where seasons could feel like time born anew

Love dominating our worldview
All for adventure shared between friends, two
Now the world, forgotten and new
Continues to grow, just as the trees once faded from view
In the mirror where I said goodbye to you

Lights of distant futures idly pass by
Not in the iris of a loved one's eye
Rather the lowered box around which the gathered cry


Selling all these years out from under you
Tonight, or yesteryear, a hundred months ago
Just the sweetest bit of mind for a momentary respite
The colour and taste of a heart unbidden by time
A machination of the human crime

Cold winds low and gentle
Warm winds high and dry
The sound of rain as cars drive by

An upstairs I haven't seen in years now long gone
In places where not even my memories I could rely
The only safe spaces to say goodbye