Howling winds travel an empty highway,

            abandoned by the setting sun.

As all memories fade to darkness...

            I always thought I was the one.

Hearing echoes of a feeling,

            moaning in the fallen skies.

Trapped beneath vast, icy oceans,

            love, that never lived, now dies.

Waiting, as if words had meaning,

            for your promise wasn't real.

Why is Loss the final season?

            Seems this longing has no reason.