• I must have said too much
    or too little.
    Ears twitching as the footsteps recede
    leaving me on my own.
    Candle burning ice and water
    fire's gone,
    replaced by this stark, new light
    leaving me cut in the cold
    of your receding foot prints.
    Alone.
    Don't, alone.
    Don't leave, alone.
    Don't leave me alone!
    Can't hear the echos over
    the pounding of my heart
    of the echos,
    the echos.
    Echos,
    of your footsteps
    crunching in the snow.
    As you familiar figure
    walks out the door,
    for the last time
    and for good.