• The Day


    That day I waited for. That day has come.

    I leave. I walk and sing a silent hum.


    The leaves, the bees blowing in the breeze.

    The pond I pass will surely freeze.


    She leaves. She runs across the forest wood.

    She passes where the old oak stood.


    Tiny little snowflakes fall from the sky.

    The beautiful flowers will wilt and die.


    We jog. We run. We’re going to be late.

    We might miss our very first date.


    It’s me. It’s you coming into view.

    She walks. I walk together anew.