What I remember about you:
Obviously not much
Not even your name
Your beauty, your sadness
Your assertive advances
Your piercing glare
When I playfully asked
What took you so long
To undress

You said I was strange;
I said you're the same
Your tired expression
Full of bad news
When it was obvious you were
Coming off of the blues
I knew you had a problem
That I couldn't fix

When I told you I was with her
You said you're coming with me
Far too aggressively for me to refuse
When I came back with an impish punch
She asked what the **** I was doing
And I couldn't for the life of me explain
Things moved far too quickly
And who was I to blame?

Our next few encounters
Were far more reserved
Then you left the scene
Unheard of for weeks
I boldly asked what became of you
"Dead, I think" and that was all she said,
"Dead, I think"