I walked down the isles of the morn
past the gates of aways and plays
as you sat beside me watching the dawn
as we counted down each of your remaining days
you said we would walk down the isle again
said in five years we would hold hand in hand
yet the high we shared ended just as it began to begin
as we yearned to be tied together in a band
But as the hand I held slowly lost its warmth
so did the soul of mine left with yours
and the little union of our melancholy love
what was left was my living body, an empty husk
as another one of love had came to birth
then as she slowly grew my heart back into my armours
as I began to truly appreciate her, a dying dove
she was as I was left to face alone the secluded dusk
-k
CJ 
spoke at : 11:11 PM