| A cold sun sets over the horizon, As I sit on a cliff over a lake. You walk away into the dying light I watch as tears streak down my face. No goodbye, or a kiss of farewell, Just a ring removed, and a turned back. Why act so distant and cold now? When yesterday you claimed never to leave my side? Maybe, you’ll come back, and say it was a lie. But, I know you won’t. You claim to love another. Now, I’m left with a memory of what was, And fantasies of what could be if you were still here. |