She sat as the world passed by. With ever changing waters. Watching the tides flow by. A duck. A flock. A family. Floated down stream before her very eyes. She sat, with slight uncomfortable movements and steady glances at the hands of time.

The pocket watch, the metalic memory flipped open and closed. The ticking of the tocks as moments erode. Careful weary thoughts kept her pricked on her toes. A mind full of him being there. And a vivid picture of them both beneath a mistle toe. But on a park bench is where she found her woe.

Her knight, where was he on this night. Which was slowly creeping in as the magestic birds flowed beyond a reef and out of sight. Worry was a constant in this life. Of made men and gangsters. Of guns and knives. But something, something told her this wasn't right.

A shock, and awe. She leapt to her feet as if she'd heard that sound before. As if she was there, standing outside the door. As if she caught the bullet before his body hit the floor. But she knew, bones to core. She could see it. And off she dashed, kicking up rocks from the park floor.

He sat there as the world changed. From shop fronts and shoe shiners it mostly looked the same. The streets outside went and came. But a smile in his eyes. When he thought of her, it's what stayed when all else faded away. As the car rolled on. And on. He'd never before felt this way.

Life was what it was. Ambition rolled in a rug. With dead bodies full of slugs. A long haul from snatching purses as a thug. It was the life of a gangster. Dark, and full of rum. To wash away the pain. His own. And the lingering haunts of many a mug. The face of death though, it didn't have the fight to steal the warmth of her cotton wool hugs.

She was a diamond to his dirt. The reminder that in all the shit and beyond the hurt; there was a love, a love of one girl. She lit up the darkness. In and out of the skirt. She made him feel alive, when all else crumbled. And when he came home with another man's blood on his shirt. She loved him regardless. And she hoped that he'd someday learn.

So when the door of the car opened and out he hot stepped. And when the gun fired and slugs hit his chest. And when he gripped tightly to the door of the ford. And still fought with might as if weilding a sword. Up from the seat she suddenly leapt. She knew without words that her fears were now sworn. She knew that his troubles that in silence he'd kept. They'd blasted their union to the ponds deepest depths.

She found her way there, at the parks furthest edge. Blood spilling out of him as she began stroking his head. A date to remember was what he had said. But nursing his wounds to keep him from dead? She grabbed his hand and he tightly squeezed back. Their eyes met. And suddenly, it all faded black. His thankful smile. Her love. Their souls enraptured. As out, he bled..