Upon dark streets of city lights
Snowy Decembers, lonely nights
Another figure may appear
It’s that look I sought to fear.
Stony gaze right past the eye
Without a word we said goodbye
Crumpling footsteps heard in snow
God was watching us bellow.
And not much time had passed
I thought that we may meet at last
But this was just a wishful memory
Of all that we could never be.
May 5, 2011