Haunting words pierce my heart each time
I hear your whistling voice
singing in the wind.

Your melody has changed over the years
like the dark brown of late fall leaves -
refusing to bow
to the call of change.

I'm singing with you, though
I don't know if you can hear me
but I'd like to believe
that two young lovers
lost in a gale of wannabe romance
will hear our haunting song
and fall in love