we had a room on the river
and a futon and a cat
and in the winter we rode the snowy hills
and drank beer by the fire
and you said it would always be like that
but the nights were long and cold
and the winter was dark
and
and
and
we drifted apart like the snow
but we had a room on the river
and in the summer we opened the window
and listened to the water
run over the stones
as we drifted to sleep
StigMama 