Just one year ago he slept beside the one he thought would be the love of his life. Now to reach over and find "empty" as the night air carries a sound...even a silence. Even a whisper of "good night, I love you". There is no hate in his heart, nor is there sadness. Only the memory of moments in the Fall. Where he savored the idea that he could love this one so much. Where he finally came to realize that whatever moments he had left with her...had to mean something. Where he knew...they had an end...
"Night air growing cold
His solice getting old
Yet pride's left to deceive
This man he faced reflection
Heard sweetly laced inflection
Of she who had to leave..."
"Night air growing cold
His solice getting old
Yet pride's left to deceive
This man he faced reflection
Heard sweetly laced inflection
Of she who had to leave..."
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