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