Found by one of the rivers of Tuskini, on a torn journal page. The author is unknown.
She told me in confidence
but I've never been one for secrets
and the thought of you alone
is more than I can endure.
Are you still lost in the cold?
Could you still be out there
wandering the frozen hills;
so unlike you.
I find it hard to believe
that you're the same girl
I used to see in my classes
who sat watching the creek.
When the meadowlark sings,
I can still see you in its song,
your smile brighter than the sun
and a galaxy in your eyes.
I wish I had more time with you.
You held me in a trance,
and I only wished the best for you.
Fate has a sense of humor.
Maybe I could have said
what I needed to say,
but the time has passed.
It's a shame.
Before the end, I wonder,
underneath the gold sheet
you use to hide your face,
were your eyes the same
as the ones I adored?