Come Winter,
Dark and dead.
That lonesome howl
Through empty trees,
Empty thoughts,
Empty souls.
My heart belongs to you, my dear.
Longing for your familiar warmth
To stop the frigid breeze
From carrying me away.
But all I feel is the cold ground.
That patch of dead earth where I now lay in sorrow.
For all the hurt I’ve brought to you,
I deserve to fade away.