Morning
comes and you've long been gone.
As the fire
you've left for
warmth
breaks the chill as cold as ice.
And though you're gone
your spirit soars over the land.
Though we've met
for so short a time
you'll
always linger in my mind.
I could use a friend
if I had you by
my side.
But fate didn't mean it for us that way.
Perhaps we'll meet some other time so far away.
I wish
I'd hear your voice
and somehow learn
from what you'd say.
Tell me is there
no other way?
Maybe through my dreams I'd hear what you'd say.
The house still stands
and as I gaze
into the fire
through misty glazed and tired eyes
I feel the warmth
you've long left behind.
The years have gone by and with the
passing of time
perhaps we've learned from
those sad days.
ways.
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