It was her idea 
to walk the mountain together

The wind from the sea
changed the weather fast on us as we walked

She wanted to arrive first 
to the top where we would share some wine

The clouds were heavy and low 
and I tried but failed to keep up with her pace

I saw her walk into the edge of a cloud 
until I could no longer see her through the mist

I stopped and called after her 
but she could not or would not hear me

I looked around and all there was 
were cloud and wind and mountain and me

She was gone and I left all alone
So this is life, I thought.