I didn't have a clue
that our time would
bid us adieu.

Endless fleeting, chanting fate.
Has arrived in place so late.
We have made no haste
of our love together was waste.

Shredded heart ripped
from it's hold slipped,
away into and endless
night.

Day’s light rises upon,
the face of my torn heart.
Ray's of healing will mend
this fated heart.