In the distant ache of longing,
after our love's sweet song,
life's relentless march goes on,
a painful truth, a road foregone.

Our paths diverged, forced to part,
though once we dreamed of never parting.
We pictured growing old together,
side by side, through every weather.
But fate had other plans in store,
taking you from me too soon, too sore.

I sit upon our bench of dreams,
where memories dance in golden beams,
wondering what could have been,
if you were still here, my kin.

I gaze upon the ring you gave,
a symbol of the love we crave.
A love that vowed to never part,
yet here I am, with broken heart.

Up in the sky, among...