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Dust floating in a sunbeam

And hanging in the air.

Crack the window to free the smoke

Or go blind from the shining glare.

Remember when you met me?

I remember when you left me.

You passed away

lying in a field of poppies.



Shall our souls yet mingle?

Or did yours fade away

like evaporating rain

on some midsummer day?

Did you hear me? When I asked why?

Did I even get through at all?

Because I still need an answer.

Why did you have to die?

A dying songbird sang

as the telephone rang.

I thought I heard you call my name

in that late springtime rain.

You called my name so sweetly.

Perhaps you knew the way I felt.

With that needle in your arm,

you pierced my heart where my soul dwelled.

On the night when your mother died,

I couldn't imagine someone not alive.

"Don't worry," you said,

"she's in heaven, up above the skies."

Where's that? I wondered.

I'd like to see her soon.

She's right there, among the stars,

you said as you pointed to the moon.



Now I lay here, in the tall grass,

and I look to that round heaven.

Are you looking? Can you see me?

Give me a sign that you hear my questions.

But it's nonsense, I know now.

I'm alone, and you're long gone.

My love for you is one-sided

and you'll never hear this song.

As time passes and pages turn,

and old tapes begin to decay,

my memories of you remain

until my skin too goes grey.