Whenever I tried talking to you
you pushed your hair back
to tell me
you've always had it worse.
Maybe silence created you
to rebel against nature,
oh they did well.
I've once seen lifeless eyes speak
a million words
one of them was yours.
Maybe tears created you
because that's all you are
in my arms.
The hands of the clock
don't go back,
but you cling to them
to a time that's long gone.
You are a gone girl.
G o n e g i r l
