• I sent you a letter that concealed my sorrow,
    my grief over the loss of you.
    I'm more than certian it never caught your eye,
    as you tossed it away--discarded.

    Is that what our love is now?
    Lost like melted snow in spring?
    Forgotten like childhood bedtime tales?
    Abandoned like rusty playground swings?

    Was our wintery fling planned to be short lived?
    Much similar to the gala that made it?
    Was it my crimson, silken party gown that won your heart for a blithe minute?
    Did the holiday cheer, frosty weather, and spirits get to your head and heart as well?