Trickle, trickle, patter, patter

the sounds around me barely matter

I'm feeling quite gloomy, I'm feeling quite low,

as I sit here all alone, alone here without your glow.

I'm really very lonely, why can you be here?

As I sit here all alone, I shed a lonely tear.

Patter, patter goes the rain

but even this can't hide my pain.

I wish you could be here, I long for gentle touch.

Just a brush from your gentle hand, I hope it's not too much.

But I know I'll never get my wish, for I sit here at your grave.

Today would've been a year since we met, since the day my heart did cave.

I wish you hadn't grabbed that knife, I wish you hadn't bled

Because today, my dear sweet love, was the day we were to be wed...