Winter broken, frozen rings
of cloudy breath released
above the buried hopeless things
like fallen, dying leaves

This used to be a summer scene
in days we danced away
and sat upon a grass so green
in places I longed to stay

You belonged to no one then
and I was ready to be free
Together we may have been friends
had you stopped for a moment to see

But idle thoughts spin foolish fears
from fancy tales and little white lies
into these actions we remember for years
leaving behind a blizzard of sighs