I'm sitting here,
Next to a shattered window,
Reminded of your promises.
The cold air rises up my spine,
Without your warming soul.
Your gemstone is on my finger,
I'm reminded of that time,
Where i was the only one that mattered.
Your roses are on my table,
Dead, but still enchanting,
Because you were the one that gave them to me.
Your name is carved into my soul,
And will never heal smooth.
You have her name carved into your soul,
But our memories remain.
 
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