the third day

i still hate the late walks home - alone.
sighs, the memories each step has.
the steps i so dread to take now,
without you by my side. everything's different.
everything im so afraid would be.
somehow, all came crashing down on me.
the irony of life, how life made a fool out of us.
how fate promised us everything, but in the end
left us both with none.

sighs. &the tears still flow.
will the feelings &hopes still linger?
i miss us love.