The sad sun hung sullenly in the sky,
From a glass thread, connected to the ground underneath my feet.
Grey clouds are scattered over the horizon,
A foreboding sign of what approaches.
I could hear the falling footsteps from time to time,
Crashing into the earth again and again
Before fading away.

But now the day has come
And as the footsteps draw near, the clouds follow suit,
Eagerly awaiting their release.

I hear the glass crack,
And there is one final footstep.
Briefly, there is no sound
Except my unsteady breath
As you stand in front of me.
My light that gave me so much life
All those sunsets ago.

The verdict has arrived.
I see a tear on your cheek, yearning for freedom,
Before it slowly rolls down.

It strikes the ground like thunder,
And the thread is shattered.
The clouds are released, and the wind howls louder than our cries,
And there is a breathless havoc of rain, thunder, hail, memories,
And the memories that were still to come
All whirling around us as we stand there in the eye of the storm
As we try to just

Breathe.

But… there is nothing to fear,
As the clouds disappear.

Our tears will dry as the sun begins to shine,
As once again your heart is yours
And my heart is mine.