Come to our garden
where bright and beautiful flowers would bloom.
The birds and bees have stopped their dance
not flowers but weeds grow in abundance.

Walk up to the lake
where we swam together and once played.
Beautiful swans we would together feed
only their remains are there to now see.

Walk up to the bench
where we spent nights under the stars, dreaming of our lives.
The stars sparkle and shine no longer
the moon swallowed by the dark night forever.

Walk back along this path
our life will not forever last.
Come back and this time to stay
my breath may not last another day.

Follow the bloody trail
that takes you to our favorite place.
You’ll find there a bleeding heart,
waiting for your heart to talk.