A Homecoming
Once upon a winters whisper...

A beating heart once whole
Is now scattered in numerous bits...

Softly falls the rain.
The drops whisper their secrets...

Cold as an iceberg,
Stinging like a bee...

So cold,
And so dangerous...

A knife is calling her,
It is whispering her name...

An overflowing glass is filled with tears.
But yet they persist streaming down her face...