I’m trying to find my way home through the fog,
Through the dark without a light,
You are that empty house on the hill
I long to return to.
Your attention burned like a summer heat,
Now I’m left in the winter
That I didn’t mean to bring.
You had a magic in the words you told,
You brought my dreams to life
and now I’m face down among the ashes
Of my burnt out heart.
I have watched you grow through the seasons of the last year,
And I watched you out grow us.
What I would give for another chance of Autumnal hope.
And eagerly await the bloom in Spring.