Do you remember? Do you recall?

The time at the grasshopper’s ball

It was worth a chirp to entertain

But, to think of it as more was just in vain

Winters are perfect for the coldhearted

With a pervasive silence for the departed

The falling snow and sheets of ice

Go to remind me of when I thought you nice

I worked and worked to hopefully  get us gain

Only to find it was all in vain

Wounds reopened still spill blood

I find as I wallow into the mud

You sent a letter you hoped would explain

And what I read was coldhearted and plain