Is it a name of a stripper?
I can't remember,honestly,
although my hands are on the zipper,
they do not belong to me.

Was it a word that rang through the empty hall?
Those moments are gone,
As I hit the wall,
I never had such fun.

Was it the bird that flew by the window,
The room never looked so bright,
Or the sounding of the bent old willow,
Or a cricket in the night?

Oh how easy I forget,
Once so vivid, lively, *****,
Now with echos of regret
It's just empty melancholy,
Once I knew what it meant.
Now just marble and cement.