The wind skims across the lake,
Creating ripples above.
I hear the sound of a twig break,
as did my love.
The hours we spent together,
Full of fighting and rage.
Things never seemed to get better.
I think it’s time we flip to a new page.
As I walk through the forest,
I remember all the bad times.
The birds sing a chorus,
With the ring of distant wind chimes.