Through the old flower bed he walks
picking at a flower stem.
He's walked maybe twenty blocks
thinking of her again.

A smile touches his face,
as her unheard voice reaches his ears.
Then he remembers this is the place
that brought about his tears.
"I think we should be friends,"
she said to him that day.

He ever thought it would end.
At least not that way.
The stem then snapped.
He threw it to the ground.

And then the gun shot clapped
and was heard the five miles into town.
Her head jerked up from the tear soaked pillow.
His picture in her hand.

So long ago, he was beneath the willow
ready for the day they had planned.
Her father put a stop to them.
He made her lie to his face.
She would never smile again
if she couldn't feel his embrace.

She ran outside to the old flower bed.
And there she saw him lay.
She decided she'd also be dead
by the end of that dreadful day.