I still love you, you know.

And while you sat there waiting

for a call that never came

you reminisced on memories

of walking in the rain.

Hand in hand, you stepped together

down that empty path,

fearful of "what's yet to come"

afraid to face its wrath.

The dagger pressed between you

is what then kept you apart.

Now your body screams in mourning

of the day you lost your heart.

Love,

Lizz