5 May 2012
The images replay now, repeating in my head.
I saw your ghost last night with a man dressed in red.
It doesn't seem to matter that others graced my bed.
I still can always see you when my heavy eyelids close.
You didn't want to dance despite my offer of a rose.
I wanted our true love to be a monument of stone.
Winds of hurt blew you away, leaving me alone
Moving On • Opuss № I