I looked up your number

Oh yes, I remember now

it was a dark day last summer

when the sun refused to shine

and our love dined on

heartache and wine.

The rain it fell

it seemed for an age

mirroring our fears,

while our eyes fell

upon an empty gaze.

Tied up in knots,

our words became

entangled like

barbed wire

in no man's land.

We dried up and

went our separate ways

It was the end of those days.