Emily I found you traveling on a fall like wind. Somewhere between the road and a person that I call my friend. Mile high seasons turning green into gold. I would walk with you for days upon the Mt. Falcon road. I spent most last year shaking off a dusty past. I'm not around for long so things seem to seldom last. Must be a reason for the trouble I put myself through. Lonely is the ache inside everytime I think of you. Everytime I reach for you to take your hand you slip away. Home at last I'm easing back and your letter has found me here. Nows not the time for me hey you made that point crystal clear. I can't seem to recall the words I heard fall from your lips. Just before you faded off, slipped right through my fingertips.
