I can see the pain through my window. The rain leaves a blur the flash of lighting shows her bags carried low. Strength covers me like im an afaid kid hidden from the boggy man. I had to take a stand but this heart break was never part of the plan. The ways of the addicted is never known but what they step in is always shown. I watch the love packed into a trunk full of past vacations. The thorn in my side is the relation i tried to save the situation. Light was shown deep into the darkness of fallen love. There was never a shove the chosen road leads the dove. The hurt continues to huant my intentions my emotions was not my invention. The third party denies the conversation. Made reservations carries her mind to their destination. Silence of my heart is preservation. Her walk away proved segregation of us not able to fixs this broken relation.