by the light of the moon you cut your hair,
gazing at the shimmering yellow form on the water
“this day won’t come again…” you think
but your memories continue to fade –
and you can’t keep them from washing away.
I won’t be coming back here,
and I know that you won’t either
“but I’m happy that you’re gone,” you say
watching your dark locks float away –
“this isn’t a good time to be alive.”
you walk along the banks alone,
silhouetted by the stars
“you have to believe that I tried,” you murmur
but your persuasion is as empty as your words –
you can’t even convince yourself.
haunted, you turn your face to the sky
and wade slowly into the water
“it’s time,” you tell me, satisfied
and as you start to swim I close my eyes –
and as you start to swim I close my eyes.
there will be nothing more to see tonight.