I was sitting on the hill, alone
Looking at the winter sky, empty
Except for a single wisp of cloud
The trees bore their branches, bare
Leaves lost and scattered, here and there
Was this it?
Near the water’s edge, still
She walked with her head, bowed
Two choices appeared to be one
Trapped by myself I said, move
She looked up from herself, startled
Was this it?
She was the pale girl, with infinite eyes
I looked at her, with tears in mine
“I know what it looks like, the abyss
I know what it’s like, to be lost
Stay here with me instead.”
Two steps was all it took, embrace
Surrounded by the wind and leaves,
This was it