These are the frosty days
the ones you find yourself missing that extra pair of hands
that used to warm you to the core.
You keep seeing that lonesome shadow as the sun sets
earlier and earlier.
Will it finally set so that you never have to see what was once there?

You've walked these paths so much
now they have grown to be second nature
The only "second" in your life.
Besides the clock's mocking ticks
counting away since you last were together.

Walk these paths that hold those memories,
the ones you lost
the ones you cherish
and the ones you buried.

Past the pit stops you used to make
Around the bend where you first met
to the place where you last touched

The path has come full circle,
now I ask myself.
"What are you doing
These frosty days?"