Last I dreamt I saw the Savannah in your eyes,
Love was a raging fire.
We sat together underneath burning red skies,
You stocked the pyre.
I am alone and will continue to be,
My nights are empty, shrill screams.
You laugh, you notice but do not see,
My nights are a void of ***** dreams.

When I die I will not be in a cemetery.
You will be with him,
I will be a tree.
I am not subject to your whim.
It hurt, no longer you and me.
I am alone, my light is dim.