t'was when tears stung my eyes like the harsh wind outside
that i knew she was just a passerby;
a leaf from the tree so worriedly looking in at me
blown and lifted away.

t'was within the pages of my favorite book
that i fought my worst war;
my memories of her were rekindling to an inferno
but fading with the words on the paper.

t'was her, always her,
that saved me.
t'was her name for me,
"moquino,"
that i want on my headstone
just as,
"sofia,"
was printed on hers.

t'was her, always her,
that took a part of me
when she left,
for t'was her and only her
that was me.