On January's snowy streets I found
this broken bird with eye as cold as ice.
Though friends all shook their heads and family frowned,
I took you in against all good advice
In love, or what seemed love, we found our joy
and shrugged off any thought of debt to pay
for careless passion treated as a toy;
the spring and summer fluttered fast away.
In grey October, as the cold winds blew
and autumn leaves turned streets to tattered gold
your thoughts grew distant, off in climes anew,
imprisoned in a cage that could not hold.
December came; your bars you smashed apart.
On freedom's wings you flew - and broke my heart.
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