Knowing not how and knowing not when;
Will I ever see, my love again?
I see her now, in this reality,
But not how she was; this finality
Of losing her logic and reasoning, how
Things do work or tell me now.
I dread the day and won't blame,
When she no longer, knows my name.
The crispy air, nips at my nose
and as I walk, I feel my toes
starting to tingle, searching for heat,
I must put socks upon my feet.
Not liking to wear socks, not at all,
be it Spring, Winter, Summer or Fall.
Don't be afraid,
She said to me,
For life or death
Will always be
One that will
Soon, set us free.
The pain I feel
Deep within my soul,
Feels like I'm on the
Edge of the rabbit hole.
So here we go, Alice,
Down the hole