Tears dripping down your face. Down, down.
Photo, now torn in half.
Letters, love.
Broken. Broken.
The world. It died with her.
Why wasn't she saved?
You walk along the path. She's there. How you long to reach out, to call her name. To make small talk, to touch her hair.
But he's there, making her laugh, bringing a smile to her face.
Why couldn't you do that so easily?
You didn't want this.
Unintentional.
A mistake.
Why. Why.
This is not possible.
How could this happen?
You slide down, completely out of sight behind a bush.
That word. The one that changed your life, changed hers, changed his. That brought you this terrible loneliness.
Why did it happen?
In another life.
A world without mistakes.
A place where you always know what to say.
You dance with her, twirling her around and around.
She's yours.
But life doesn't work that way.