I reach across the distant land,
The one between you and I.
The one that you have placed there,
That's not visible to the human eye.
I think of how we use to be,
To the time when you confided in me.
Now as the wind blows the tumble weed,
There is no one here but me.
I search the mountains looking for you,
But I chase only empty footprints,
Empty shells in the frigid snow,
The places you have already been.
I follow you in vain, I know,
But it's you I think of in the end.