As I sit here,
I wonder why
the love we had,
went by...
into the air,
across the sea
carrying with it
our last dreams.
Dreams of love
that shattered
as we strayed,
that lingered in hope
in our last days...
But instead we broke apart
the last glimmer of hope
died away,
there were no words
that I could say
but that love
is like a river,
running swiftly
from the giver,
deep in desperation
with pain,
confused tears
that kept flowing
like rain,
until we
faced the final days,
where love suddenly
fades away...