| The flowers fall from the old tree on this cold December day one by one I watch them fall the past is right before my eyes like an old movie that replays over and over again slowly in my mind every detail relived battered and bruised it leaves me broken a cold chill runs down my spine leaving me breathless the hours in the day too long to count as the seconds tick by I feel every painful one as they come and go I close my eyes before the tears come and pray that winter doesn’t last long |