The tears that sting solitary sadness into my eyes and burn fear down my cheeks will define my years long before their time, upon my skin for you.
Each bird song Each summer breeze Will permeate my ears with a knowing That I'll lose you the way a mother loses her calf Only in the opposite Cries only accepted by the moon and her tide
And my skin with the memories of you Will fracture, crack and fall open Little fire flies will zoom out And expire in your memory
I will evaporate into the trees And I'll be heard only when the wind gets angry, frustrated and gales will rush past ripping out my finger nails, So they may settle to where your essence sleeps.
Terror and a deep sadness will surround. Stalactites will form in your loss Drip Drip Drip