She was my reason to breathe,
My red rose in a sea of dead leaves.
It is the heart that breaks
And the soul that grieves,
When subtle betrayal you can’t see.
Still, sometimes I hold onto her in my dreams,
And tell myself to just breathe,
Retracing her steps
In the moments right before she left.
I let go of the anger that I kept —
Sitting in the place that she slept,
It was after she walked out, that I wept.
Sade – I Never Thought I’d See the Day