all i remember now,
was that monday, in the
cold and brutal rain.
you, adventuring and me,
all the way in town for my
famous wine business.
and then the next thing,
i was out in the rain,
searching for you.
i didn't even have the
chance, to say my last
farewell. and in the end,
all i saw was
your limp and fragile body,
softly laying on the wet grass.
your wet hair, sticking to your
silky smooth skin
eyes shut, with no sign
of life in them. your pale lips,
pale and cold, against my
warm and moist ones
you said, and you promised
that the stars fated us to be
undying lovers, but not like this
why did you leave so soon?
you promised me.
