How high
Do I need to go-
To fully escape
From your gravitational pull,
How high do I need to be-
To finally be free?
How low
Do I need to go-
Before I no longer
Feel you stepping on me,
How low do I need to be-
To feel this weight lifted off me?
How fast
Do I need to go-
To outrun your memory
That still haunts my dreams,
How fast do I need to be-
To no longer see you and me?
I have come to the realization
That there is no escaping-
These mortal chains
That connect me to you,
Because when I gave you my heart-
You refused to give it back.
That's a great picture of you. But I think that snow may be a rare occasion. Except in this rather wintry winter. We get snow rarely here in Houston, about every 10 years. Nothing this year so far. She wants to make snowballs.
Ron