tea kettle.

unfortunate love.

I drive at nightlooking at the sidewalk where we would use to walk down to the cemetery to take photographs for funWe'd keep our eyes fixed on eachothers face charactereristic's and feet;Oblivious to the surroundings and the hot summer heat.Now it is freezing and the only thing I have to hold is the mittens that have been the replacement of your hands.

On my night drive, i passed the antique shop;replaying the special moments we had there.Stealing the tea kettle, while making small talk to the elderly ownerstalking about our future as if it would really happen.We seemed invincible together.Obviously that or I alone weren't good enough.

Now you're back there again i supposefeeling invincible with the new "love of your life"I hope you feel a little pain, when you see the tea kettle's not there.