I’m making memories,

Storing tales for future days

Determined to remember the way things used to be,

When we were young and time didn’t matter,

Passed our days with songs, love and laughter.

But the chill of winter falls from the trees now,

Freezing all thoughts of you.

The snow falls on you; your hands are cold…

I look to the sky and hope you can’t feel it,

            The chill that lays over you now.