So many times you said it without speaking
So many times I stopped, then turned away
If I had known that you would soon be leaving
I might have listened in a different way
I might have walked with you a little farther
And on the bus I would have held your hand
I might have said to you, come on my brother
Let’s get going home
But these are wishes of a broken soldier
The scattered ripples on a frozen sea
The empty questions of a would-be lover
I wonder when you will come back to me
I wonder if I’ll see you in the forest
I’ll think of you each time the Raven calls
Maybe I’ll meet in that ancient Cedar
Hiding from it all
But now the winter clouds they blow so coldly
Beneath the grayness of the morning sky
The autumn leaves are melting into soil
It seems less often that I wonder why

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