Monday, July 12, 2010 She died and left him her house.

It was a dark and stormy night, 
When he stood outside her door, 
Drenched to the bone, 
As the rain continued to pour. 

Teardrops slid down his cheek, 
As he raised his hand to knock, 
Although inside, he knew,
That the door would be unlocked.

As the door swung open,
He was being welcomed, he thought, 
Into where they made memories,
Where they once had fought.

He stepped into the house,
Where dear Amber once lived, 
She had breathed her last breath, 
And this house was now his.