She sat on an iron bench,
Amongst a coop of yew trees.
A faceless man, by her side.

Further down the valley,
In a shallow river,
I looked for shiny pebbles to give her.
She smiled, and the faceless faded.

But I sensed his presence
As a hurried shadow across a cloudless sky.

Saddened by the foretold,
I gave the river back its glimmer.

Walked away and not once turned around
To see what had become of my bride.