She walks toward the lake it’s a chilled night the air blowing throw her long dark hair cooling her warm skin her mind wondering back to the time he ones held her in his arms telling her of his love and only death could keep them apart. She so long for that night ones again to touch him feel his touch upon her body but knowing to never touch him again makes her ache deep inside she long for the passion night they ones shared the kisses that taste like fine wine.
Only if she could ones again tell him how much she loved him and not let one word be unsaid between them how she would show her true self and not fear her deep feelings for him she stands here now facings the lake wondering if he can ones again read her thought just hoping this was only a dream she was having she wraps her arms tight around her to ward off the chill of the night knowing she held him for the very last time eight months ago.
He is gone from her now only she has is her thoughts of him how he used to feel how his kisses set her a fire how the passion burned deep between them but now here she stands looking out over the lake that took him from her.
