And, coming down the mountain side,
I kept abreast of you
Till every step became a stride
And you were lost from view.
And then I woke up in my bed,
Alone as I could be,
And thought about the time, instead,
When you lay next to me.
I never really understood
What prompted you to leave;
I turned to find you gone for good,
One snowy Christmas Eve.
It isn’t much, but now it seems
I only see you in my dreams.
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