Wandering the roads,
The crunch of Autumn beneath my toes,
I wonder how close we came,
To me lying dead,
With my heart in your hands,

I picture the scene,
In a city far away,
Slumped on the floor,
The horizon in my eyes,
Filling the space you left behind,

A key fits the lock,
The door creaks as it opens,
I wonder who's eyes,
Are subject to seeing,
Such a beautiful find.

~LC~