the summer/the winter

when I was bitter, resentful
the world turned to winter
when I was happy
it all turned to spring
when it got warmer, in summer
i knelt down beside her
i whispered: “that’s just the way of things”
that’s just the way of things

when I was younger, weaker
i found her a dreamer
when I was older
i found her a friend
but worlds on an axis
turn springtime to winter
i whispered: “that’s not the way it should end”
that’s not the way it should end

when I stumble, falter
i can’t help but wonder
what the next
winters will bring
she’ll look up and smile
her head on my shoulder
she’ll whisper: “that’s just the way of things”
that’s just the way of things

the third

this is my friend danny.

(in the background you can see where jeff wrote his name in the snow.)