The End

Out of the bloom i rise up again

I can hear the singing of the rain

A new life without him there

Now i think it is fair

I thought erasing him was hard

It was as easy as throughing a card

My single heart is all by itself

Refusing anyone giving it help

By loving it a month or two

What it needs is a small clue

Stating when is the big love

Is it close or right above

Here i close his book

Throw it in the deepest ocean

Trying to avoid its look

And carry on with my destination

Here i come to the end

A story written because of a freind