the sun was bright
when i lost her.
you killed her thrice,
and i killed her a thousand times as much.

and, you know,
it was there,
when you smiled at me
at the funeral,
when i knew
i didn't mourn
the summer
when it all turned around.
i grieved for
the girl
who knew the world
was spinning 'round,
'till the earth spun out of control.