A Song for You; or
Composition in Late December

Roses flutter and lose their red
The wind dispenses of all good things (I know)
I have watched leafs quake and rise, twist and turn
and ultimately fly away
It’s like gazing at my memories vanish from the light (an awful thing).

Roads have been built (I made mine with concrete)
The sun blinds me from seeing where it leads
But in the distant sunset I can see where it separates
and you tell me that childhood ends somewhere
It ends there, you point to the west.

Rain drains us of memory (I can feel it)
It sucks it all into an invisible gutter on the street nearby (I’ve seen it a day ago)
The small brunette pigtailed girl on the street told me
that there was nothing else to do but wait
Wait for life to pass me, to wait for you
because you may never come back.

So I sit here and wait, thinking of you and I to pass the time
Two completely different people woven together by friendship
And I think (with a quiet smile)
how lucky am I.