It wasn't the loving each other or the knowing they could never be together
It wasn't the wind in the eaves of the empty house,
It wasn't the bitter taste with only a stale box of red wine to wash it away..
It was the way your fingers shook.
It was the stammer, and the thickness of your tongue as you tried to speak.
It was the sound of sirens coming closer.
It was knowing you would never get another chance....
- Despair, Endless Nights