Season of Sadness

I waited for a letter to come,
And, beautiful it was.
Her lie I couldn't read,
The ache in her heart was still there.

I can still smell her fragrance,
All her sins undone.
The moon is waning,
And, part of me is gone.

No more am I awaiting the sun,
I'm standing in winter dew,
Reminiscing of Grace.

A forest devoid of life,
And years pass by,
Damnation in my mind.