her hair was dark , like the night
Of cloudless skies and starry nights;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Met her eyes and stared right through;
i saw what she wanted
so i let her go, to cry to the heavens above
to Which heaven day denies.

i thought i was a whole person
til' i saw my other half walking away
its rather poetic really
maybe forever is a word
meant for memories
not people