We passed you in the aisles
Bitter kisses fresh on a sleeve
A bruised shoulder hanging string bag
pushing into the wind we sing
and breathe our sighs

We took you for an immortal
but all too flawed a human
not sad but harmonious in joy
never giving over to the
sagging old frame

Never giving your soul up
for all the gold you
danced and played
You found my heart in the snow