This was us.

I once loved a girl with big brown eyes and a broad smile. Beauty flowed all through her.

One night we were driving home, carefully following the river bed in our little French goddess. After a while the silence broke and we talked about how we both loved storms when the rain came to drown out the soft music keeping us company. How unaware were we that those beautiful clouds of dark would strip our love away.

Come the morning and she was gone, thought about calling her, or someone that she would trust, but I knew we would never feel love like that again.

The last days didn’t care enough about us, it seemed like the rain had washed away the sweetness we knew.

But please remember, few will run up the hill as we did, and we did make it to the other side, flashing and dancing lights of maelstrom.

And they all dissappeared, only us two kept our eyes open in the sand storm, just so we could see one last smile.

The world is a whirlpool and maybe we were not strong enough to hold on, or maybe it was just time to say goodbye in silence and break in two.