The Waiter #4

This is you and this is me
No one understands
What is this I've become

As memory fades
You left me years ago
Where the sky
And the snow turn red

This is you and this is me
No one understands
This is why I've waited
To retrace a certain voice
Summer's winter's cure

Somewhere through the years
I replaced a certain pain
And summer's winter's cure
Yet I remain