Scarlet Runners

Scarlet runners in the garden

That you planted for me

Well, it's nearly November

Little seedlings should have come up in the spring

Winter will soon be here

I fear my heart will explode

I love you dear, clearly, much more than you will ever know

Too late to say it now

Wipe the dirt from my hands

And the sweat from your brow

Soon I'll be leaving here, grieving for what I've done

I love you dear, clearly

But now all of the seeds have been sewn

Scattered to the wind