i will never rise
before the dawn
snow comes in and blocks
the thick lines along the road
i was searching for the way home
he sits beside me
he speaks
but not with those words
(those desperate coming-across words)
that only come
in late night moments
i never stopped loving you
and now
as flakes fall
blocking my view
of snowcovered mountains
of the Colorado red
of the roads i’ve driven
a million times
i hear only his desperate words
and the longing
that carried out
will never replace
the love
she could never quite give
