She walked right by me.
Must've been the rain.
I was right there.
How could she not see?
Shock, feigned surprise, the hope in my eyes.
I can say I wasn't disappointed.
I can say it's no big deal.
But it would all be lies.
Stood there helpless, legs of clay.
I had a speech, nothing major.
Just wanted to say...

Can I please have another chance?
Another shot.
Another dance.
A final prayer.
One more fling at our romance.

My heart keeps telling me.
Move on Son, get a life.
The best thing that ever happenned to you
is not going to be your wife.
It's not that simple.
Not quite that easy.
Everywhere I go.
Everything I look at.
It's her face that I see.
Everytime I close my eyes.
Even when I'm praying
Time after time. 
Find myself, shamelessly begging.

Can I please have another chance?
Another shot.
Another dance.
A final prayer.
One more fling at our romance.

Finally!
I have her face to face.
Standing in the dark, 
high powered binculars.
Across the street from her place.
The smooth creamy skin, big
brown eyes, long raven-black hair.
Topless, braless.
So far.
So, so, so very close.
Can almost smell her.
I swear.
Prettier and sexier today, than she
was yesterday.
Equisite.
God if only she could hear me say...

Can I please have another chance?
Another shot.
Another dance.
A final prayer.
One more fling at our romance.

Never meant to hurt her.
More than anything in the world. 
I love her.
Had something to say, thought it was
articulated well.
Must've been the derisive laugh or the scorn
in her voice, that plunged me into the
depths of hell.
Yelling and screaming.
Free falling through a thickening mist
of rage and despair.
The anger flowing freely from my soul
like water from a broken tap.
Snatched back to reality, gasping for air.
Drenched.
The second that I heard her neck snap.
Sharp, distinct, thunderous.
Exploding in my head like a gunshot.

Dragged myself to the funeral.
Reluctantly.
Open casket.
Risky.
Skillfully disguised.
Unable to contain my morbid curiosity.
She's all dressed up.
Serene, pensive, rosy-cheeked.
A princess asleep.
Placed the note on chest, walked away slowly.
I don't want her to see me weep.

Can I please have another chance?
Another shot.
Another dance.
A final prayer.
One more fling at our romance.

Sue-Ann

                    I Love You...