I walked the greyness of the dawn
My heart locked in my throat
Unable now to think the thoughts
My pen had shortly wrote.
My eyes were blinded by the tears
That would not seem to come.
My hands were clenched in nervous fear.
My feet were going numb.
The gloaming light is hard to see
Diluted by the mist
My mind - detached - is laughing
At the unexpected twist.
To have and hold forever
That's what our promise said.
However has it come to this . . .
That he would wish us dead?
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