What I see around are woods, that I never dreamed of.
I remember you left me here but when I see across engraved tread,
it’s not you.
All I remember is spring leaves enwreathing us,
and I see us going far on the path as luck would have it
but I could not see you .
you promised to hold me and I could not see your crumb.
I hear people referring me a fetish lover and your warmth killed me.