Titanic Love

As I laid in bed that cold winter night I thought of him, and only him. Sheets tangoed from close the my trembling body to as far away as I could throw them. I cried. Not just a light sweep of tears gently costing my cheeks with moisture, but a was of emotion rocking through every inch of my being. I felt was though I was drowning again, only this time my lifesaver was nowhere to be found. He was anchored at the bottom of the lake. Like the iceberg that crashed our Titanic love, his homicide killed me.