When I’m not chasing my own tail
round and round...

How are you?
I hope you’ve been well...

Upon time, but only once,
On a snow-white winter's day...

As I grow old,
the wind wanders...

He was a ghost, she wasn't,
Yet both were unseen, unheard...

once, I heard
your laughter...

I once held onto your heart,
not realising...

When you knitted me
and thought of the son you loved...

seeing you fade to enclose us
as a sentence broken and whispered...

when
I was born into the world...

In the tomorrows to come
(no matter how many or few...

When I grow old and frail
and become lost among the world’s many trails...