I Miss You

I sat on the bench – staring just staring at the vegetation and lake in front of me. I was on the wooden bench inour my backyard, my legs curled up close to me. My face was tear stained. It had been a year and I still cried. Mark was ripped from me too soon. We were going to live happily ever after in a castle with kids. He was going to be my knight and I was going to be his princess. He should have come home that night. But he didn't. I miss you.