We never planned for a change,
yet it came before it was expected
from blooming roses to withered petals,
from golden days
to clouds that creep in the shadows.
We once walked without fear,
stepping on the stairs that led the way
the way to grow with beauty.
And together, my love, we went hand in hand,
without expecting the great fall.
My love,
remember when we moved with rhythm,
and the rocks turned to stare?
When we sat and planned our wedding,
not realizing our end would come
before we wrote the first word.
For the love my heart bared,
I let you carve an art on it,
leaving your presence in the empty room.
And I still feel the shadow of your hands,
and the touch that still exists.
Echoes of you linger in every breath,
my arm on the wind,
waiting to be held once more.
My tears leave a trace of where you once stood,
and your masterpiece sold out in me.