Crickets in the darkness

A chill in the air

The lightest of breaths

Rustles my hair

Was it you, My Dear

Ice down my arm

Frost on my cheek

I twitch in alarm

Was it you, My Dear

Shadows shifting

I quicken my pace

Sanity wilting

Was it you, My Dear

Brilliant blue in the dark

Two tiny specks

They pierce my heart

Was it you, My Dear

On the edge of sleep

I begin to weep

As memories creep

These I count

Instead of sheep

I dig deep

Before I leap

Memories past

I try to reap

In the cold comes

Was it you, My Dear.