There's a man who stands on the dock
every night staring at the water as he
runs his finger across the pendant she
used to wear. It's blue in a silver binding
he gave it to her not long after they met.

It was a cold day in town, he was getting
groceries and she was window shopping
with her daughter, just to pass some time.
He could feel the rain slipping down and
shattering between them. Now, he's all

alone. With nothing but a pendant and the
place they used to call a castle not a home.