she turned to me and smiled holding my hand her lips softly moved and the wind carried the words that came true so close to their bodies so close to my ears where all promises go and whiter but when everything seems lost would my heart lie to me? won't these memories just emerge to remind me you're more than the grief, the despair and the longing our days went through? maybe I am wrong or maybe these are just broken reflections of what we never had nor of what we ever were and she turned to me crying dropping my hand her lips barely moved choking on the words that never came true blew away from their bodies from my ears where all promises lie in ruins you will find me there skipping stones