She falls away from me
when I pretend the world is spring,
I'm sure she means more than she does,
but it turns up such a little thing,
Her gluttony and sentiment
repel the twinkle of her soul,
The dying ember of her flickers
as idle hatred takes its toll,
No underlying good in her,
Not a single noble quality,
And yet she wails through chestnut veils
that all the anguish stems from me,

Where did she go?
The winter girl I used to know...
My tiny angel in the snow,
with cheeks flushed pink and eyes aglow...
She dropped my hand so long ago...

In the blizzard of his tyranny,
How did she abandon me?
When life was a blur of imagined peace,
Why did her inner workings cease?
Her statue remains, a mere ashen depiction,
A petrified fossil of woe and affliction,

Her carbonized fingers are frozen unfurled,
As the moment she gave up her hold on this world,

Oh, Where has she gone?
The strength and the lap that I rested upon...
Just a gray ornament to sadden my lawn...
She dropped her hands, and life has moved on...