As I look out the window watching the morning sky,
Thinking about the last words you wrote and wonder why.
Where did we go wrong that each word is a stabbing pain,
Loving you was what kept me strong, it kept me sane,

The sun will come out, though the clouds of pink and gray,
Wiping tears of loss away, the pain in my heart is there to stay,
Our past a broken dream, a puzzle with pieces scattered apart
The letter looks innocent, but like a knife it stabs my heart.

 ~tee~