Letting You Go

I'm going to let you go
I'm going to grab our memories
that love off the floor
I'm going to wrap it in my arms
take it outside
where the wind is blowing
the first snowflakes
across sleeping praire fields
I'm going to feel
that love grow cold
in my arms
I'm going to brush
its hair from its face
and with my hand
close its eyes to sleep
I'm going to offer tobacco
let the wind
carry that love
from my arms
where it mixes
with the snow
and my medicine
leaving me
with emptiness
my Shunyata