Something changed the poet’s words;
Last seen in that Victorian street,
then switched for hearts, snowkisses and dreams,
the words of sorrow could only retreat.
No more words of pain and loss,
but names are carved in trees
No more darkness here to find;
the scenery is now, a river and some tea
The words that spoke of disappointment,
and the tears she could not hide,
something turned that cry into a smile
and changed her from inside