Den Englehardt

That was the start,
was it not also the end
of it all, my friend?

Scolded by winter:
Only you had to come my way,
unwanted in many a visit
I  asked if you’d like to stay.
So we ran out of luck the next morning
and set out together into a new day.

And we became close,
my loving light to guide you,
your songs to set us free;

Then came those ghosts:
jealousy and curiousity ended you,
listening to the silence of your heart
as the tracks beat their evening song,
so long,
so long...