Time to cry.

He parted limbs to walk alone
no longer at my side, or hold
nor longer would we walk together 
Until were grey and old,

Time was not a union, not one sort by kingdoms sea, nor had he held within his heart all but love for me,

Eyes gazed upon such beauty 
and fell with the word itself,
Dusty now my heart Would rest
Upon the looking shelf,

He parted ways in testimony 
For me he gave the wings to fly
Yet I still walk the trail home, ive no time to cry.