I drop hints like bread crumbs, hoping they'll lead you straight to me.
But they're blown away by vultures, searching for another body.

Again I see you slipping, falling, falling back into his arms.
Again I try to keep you grounded, standing tall against his charm.

My little bird, come back to me.

Standing,
Still,
Beneath that tree.
Your eyes meet mine
And I begin to see,
For the first time,
That this won't work.
Your eyes meet mine,
And you crush my dreams
Without a word.
History begins,
Our future ends,
When your eyes meet mine.
“I'm sorry” written on your face,
Sadness on mine,
I leave you standing beneath that tree
As our eyes meet
For the last time