My Old Friend

Winter became more than whispers
from the white tipped leaves,
as the coldness from the metal 
imobilised his hands.
I watch his body stiffen as an
icey gale attacks and condems, like
an unjust judge.
I see through his eyes that his pain
runs deeper and more painfull than
the elements. And like these dark clouds,
he fills, and like his love he weaps.
O' how his tears pierce a hole in my heart.
And I know i'll miss my old friend.