Peeping out of the window,
With the cold breeze rustling my hair,
I think of you…
They were the sweetest memories,
The good times,
The smiled etched faces.
Walking behind is the trail of pain,
The agonizing stab of treachery,
The now dried up blood.
Tears well as my heart throbs in torment,
Not knowing which weighs up the other,
The sunshine or the melancholy?