• You meet me at the altar were we become as good of friends as two lovers can be. You must go to do your duty, but I can't stand to see you leave. We exchange tears as your hand slips from mine. I weep as the door shuts. Echoes of memories resound through my mind. Three years pass I am waiting still. When will you come back? Please come home soon my heart aches. Running an errand I walk across the now deserted street, or so I thought. I hear nothing, but I feel a sharp pain crack up my spine I see blood spewing from my own mouth and suddenly all is black as the car continues to speed ahead. I am waiting for you here! when will you come back? I am waiting for you here... for your return. When will it be? I must see you soon or I just might die.....