I feel my feet against the hard wodden floor

its warm from the open fire burning

so simple yet so neat

me and the warm floor and my frozen feet


time has changed the speed of things

much slower now , though in some way faster


you and me used to sit here in the summer

when the sun painted the floor in bright colors

its winter now and you are not here


like the sun your up above i think.


and how i fell for you

this was my time

our time.


Do you think of me