biff
It doesn’t hurt anymore when silence greets
The verbalise you used to meet
And even when she lets you go
You trudge on through the snow
Always hoping for dry land
A cabin there to hold your hand
And keep you safe and keep you warm
In this everlasting storm
But though the woods are dark and deep
They don’t have power to keep
Me from the folds of day
That call me to pull away
Out into a new anew
But I wish it had been you
Instead of the other one
Christ above what have I done