Nights are lambent this new snow, the days are chilly with rain, the buildings quiet wooded sleeping, the heart a riddle of pain. I don't know you anymore, and it scares me more than I can say. I expected you to run away, you looked at me to stay. I don't see as more, no less. I just am the reflection of you, and you become of me. I miss the skies in Michigan that were always in your eyes. I miss the love your hand at home would hold. I miss the spirits , and the sighs and that sagged fact that you'll be here longer than I'll be, and you're not a dream only I can see, and never were piece of me. You have to carry me in memory, the same as I carried you. But you won't, I know. Snows are sheer and cold this year, and colder still I'm sure to see, as you almost created me, I must now let you create a house of your own glee. A wandering minstrel saw you once in a midnight house, and took a picture of you home, for he needed the company. Country snow roads of him to walk, the past, Joel in his mind. To be. Future came, future keen in the wild woods up ahead. And that pale smile will be mine.