You were once everything;
I breathed, lived,
died, and lied
for you.
Now, we know naught of this;
but, sometimes, when the sun sets
below the horizon,
and the moon wanes high
in the sky,
and I lay alone,
without you,
I return to this.
I return to this which we know
naught of now;
I return to this which we once had.
And I cry,
alone,
for you.