Unfinished business let's call it
Why else would it jab like a stab?
Why else would well wishes amount
Before dragging themselves forward to spill forth?
She thought it was in the past
It had already hurt with the coming of her
A promise of old reverberated in her soul
With the shock of a whole another, she shattered...
... She picked up the pieces
Refusing to let herself fall apart
It was over, wasn't it?
May He; The All Able Lord
Bless her with her own share worthy of cherishing!