Walking in the snow 2016

Walking in the snow ©Tony Fallon 2016

Last night I walked a mile up on the hill I walked it nice and slow.

I thought I saw you walking on the main street far below.

I quickened my pace figured in four  blocks we’d meet,

And we’d have this grand reunion on a New York Street.

My mind raced back o’er time and tide it raced back many years,

To all great times we had together and yet we parted in sad tears.

That night is burned in my brain when nasty words were hurled.

By you and I who swore before we would conquer the world.

We could have patched our quarrel and you’d have been my bride.

If we were not so stubborn and full of sinful pride,

When you wouldn’t return my calls it made my heart ache,

I’ve thought of you so many nights when I have lain awake.

And when I dream I dream of you when our bodies were entwined,

And even when I’m wide awake you still cross my mind.

I knew you never married; the same is true for me,

So neither of us found another, although we were set free.

That’s why I felt as giddy as a teenager, about to elope,

As I hoped to meet you last night, at the bottom of the slope.

The footing wasn’t very good and I went as fast as I could go,

But when I got to the bottom I only saw boot prints in the snow.