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Alone I sit in the dark
watching the rain roll down the trees
watching the water streams down the window
no sound except the pitter patter of droplets

I see your face but with no memory of a name
I hear your voice but with no sound to know
a simple whisper of a promise echoes in my mind
a slight touch on my shoulder that I should know

But the whispers of this memory I have long held
escape my mind and slip away
The rain is heavier as the night grows
The silence of the room comforts me

The hand I felt at one time felt real
like an event, but quickly vanishes
Another whisper of a promise but fades
Tears roll down my emotionless face

It hurts, it hurts so much. This thought.
This memory of a man I don't know
This reminder of a promise hurts
The warm palm that lay on my shoulder is gone

I'm left with the cold and bitterness
I see your face again, but I am alone.
Your promise I remember
No, my promise I remember

To not do what you fear
To remember who I am
To forget the hatred in my heart
But i lied, I lied and

I killed you.

my love.