If you could take back just one thing, what would it be?
You can't recall why you let yourself give it away in the first place.
He's never coming back.
You forgot how much it hurt, to have your heart torn from your chest.
It was gruesome.
You wonder how it must have felt - to die.
Even as quietly as he did.
It was bloody.
You don't know which you'd prefer returned to you but - would you really want him back?
He'll be buried there, on the battlefield.
Or would you rather your love returned to you?
Not sure if it's best.
And now you're afraid you've lost it.
It wil never be the same.