What a love this was.
He pulled me out,
Out of that deep dark place.
Of demons and darkness.
Of nightmares of horrors.
My greatest fear was to lose him.

I loved him,
I still sometimes do.

Why must you go?
Receding into your mind.
Where no one can reach.
With hands outstretched,
Waving like the wind.
What a love is this?

To push me back
Into the dark place.
As we go back and fourth
Fighting and bickering.
Forever lost in the down pour.
What a love is this?

And then
With a single note.
It all slipped from our fingers.
Like ash in the wind.
For what a love is this?
When no one is happy
But one. But us.
Because, what a love is this?
Answer me that.