The fallow fields were all lain bare,

My plight and journey, no space to spare.

Trees leaves, all frozen – sad and lost,

As was I that autumn where our paths crossed.

Suffocated I grasped for air

 

I was empty, but you profound,

We were lost, false truths around.

Met by a skeleton on a horse,

Who came to warn of future remorse.

That’s if I let them drag me down

 

A truth was grasped but later lost,

To continue incurred a greater cost.

I wept and asked you to forgive,

But you were gone, nothing to relive.

The ground stripped bare by winter’s frost

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