
I loved him
I thought he felt the same
We had our differences
But there was always a way
A way to reach each other
And hang onto the last vestiges of our love
But with a word or two
He killed what was left
With his careless and callous ways
Striking me down to a mess of emotions
Crying for what once was
And praying it was only a nightmare
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vestige