• When I lost her, I retreated.
    The facade was nearly perfect, but the cracks were many
    And the mask finallly crumbled.

    The tears that I held back burst forth
    The dam shattered and blurred the water
    Death won once more

    But the Gatekeeper never questioned her worth
    And flung the barriers wide so she would enter with dignity
    And grace

    Goodnight, my love.