I walk along a pebbled street,
Skipping rocks beneath my feet.
The sky is blue with hints of grey,
The night begins to conquer day.
I see a tree with branches bare,
I feel a sort of autumn air,
The stars fill up the cloudless sky,
Mindless thoughts of days gone by.
There is a girl with auburn hair,
Her laugh is one I often share,
She laced her fingers with my own,
And from her lips a content groan.
As I walk this pebbled street,
My pace in time with my heartbeat,
The stars disclose a memory,
One I keep with her and me.
Whispered secrets, vows of sorts,
Ones we say without remorse,
Now forgotten, our exchange,
Funny, how things seem to change.
The stars murmur mocks and jeers.
Our love we came to hate and fear.
She promised she was only scared,
I could have never been prepared.
The constellations witness me,
A brokenhearted mess they see.
Time has healed this bloodless wound,
And since then newer vows have bloomed.
This pebbled street where I found love,
The one I've been reminded of,
Holds a secret I keep dear:
She's still my beloved here.
