The Gray December

The clouds are gray, my feet are cold, ill walk alone along the path, unsure of what to expect, I see you blankness upon your face your fist tightly closed. I stand watching, praying .I fall going into a deep dispare nothing to hold but air the trees seem abundent. I lay thinking of my foolish heart, and of you. when I open my eyes there you are, tears fill your eyes ,fear strikes your heart. your hands limpe againist my body, as you carry me to the place that was once happy and full of joy but now ,is lonely and out of place. I for always thngs were different but our love is like the wind, you cant see it but you feel it.