Memories of Passing Strangers ( The Rain)

Poem of a Love Story Gone Horribly Wrong

Destiny said we weren't meant to last.

I'm starting to believe it.

Fate said we'd never out run

what we were running from.

I'm starting to see it.

Our past

is like the bite of snake.

We pour whiskey on the wound

and by morning

the poison is in our hearts.

　

I clutch the silver ring to my chest.

I smile as I walk toward you and our forever.

This is it,

our forever.

I silently weep.