It all started one day at church:
Nothing seemed to be wrong.
Two days until Christmas, I stood
Where I always belonged.

We sang as one, until I felt
That something wasn’t right.
I told her, and we left for the car:
Luckily, she didn’t fight.

All seemed to be well; nothing was wrong.
I no longer felt any danger.
We drove back home; we weren’t dismayed:
These events weren’t strangers

But when we approached the door, I knew
My feelings were for real.
When I heard my title from long before,
I knew our fate was sealed.

Evasiveness only worked for a while;
Resistance was for naught.
I told her to go, since I knew
I was the one they sought.

Despite my words, she didn’t leave;
My mindset growing fretful.
If she had gone, she’d still be here...
For that, I am regretful.

And now I stand in church again,
Only I’m wearing black.
Patterned glass still taunting me...
I just wish she could come back.