He wont know a sound of it

With words that tingle like sirens song, 

I’m drawing him closer without reaching out. 

He won’t know a sound of it before this is all over 

and my mind has drifted far away. 

Its all muted careful treading in snow 

and rain will soon wash it away. 

Its a photograph of footsteps and I will say, 

yes perhaps it was me, 

but I am long gone my friend.