dancing flames in her eyes
burned my ears and my neck
eternal white night through.
"when you're gone I am dead".
chewed wire strikes back:
by eleven a.m. in my room
I can not find a single clue
to prove here were you.
now she's gone and I'm sure:
love is the sort of pain.
now away she is in this morning pure,
and I plead that I'm strong enough to
wait.