All of the trees were covered in moss,
and I was going to win you back to me, no matter the cost.
We walked on and on
and I never found the way
to say what I meant to say
and was left to knead the ground with my balled fists
while my mouth left air-trails of frost.
I know I know I know I know it's
just this dream I had of seeing you again.
But I'm well aware.
I am not disappointed.
I know that I'm not
your
friend.
