This is not the end.
There is so much more to tell, but time is not our friend.
We met on a cold winter night, now we are back here once again many years later.
This is the story of our lives, one that needs to be told.
You and me together until the end of time.
At least that is what I thought, that was the plan well my plan.
Sometimes I guess plans change, and our changed without my approval.
It was supposed to be a quick trip something to clear your mind.
You went to the place that held the other side of your heart, the one that was not mine.
The promise you made that you would come back, was the first one that you broke.
I have no tears left to cry, and no words that I can say to make this right.
You had my heart, and for that I am grateful.
My love you left me, and this time I had to read it on paper.
What happen, why did you have to go?
Did I not love you right, or were the ringing in the clouds to loud for you not to hear?
I do not have the answer I just wish you were here, but that cannot be.
Sometimes two hearts are not better than one.