The sound picks up,
The violins get louder.
Their thoughts move back to that night at the ocean,
Walking slowly along the shore,
The volume increases.
A wave crashes against the shore
The wind rustling through the leaves.
A tree almost falls.
Hands reach out frantically to grab the missing link
As she falls into the water,
Sinking like a rock under the persistent current.
He can’t let his true love die.
Screams of protest,
He does it anyway.
Can’t let his true love die.
And if he can
They go down together.
They think it’s their own fault
Even though it’s not
The guilt will be forever present
For death persisted in their hands.