Tell me your secrets
Tell me your sorrow
All of your regrets
Your dreams of tomorrow
If I asked you to stay
What would you say
Would you tell me right away
Or make it a game we play

The sun bleeds through
The vein-filled leaves.
The wind picks up—
A soft-loving breeze.

The wind knows
And brushes my hair away,

So I can gaze
At the soft
Flowers in the deep,
Crevassed valley

On this bright summer day.

You left,

but love stayed,

and so did pain.