Now you are no more

You are the one I treasure
The one that I adore
But not you are an image
Now you are no more.

I sit in front of your headstone
And on it I pound.
I will never love another
Until they put me in the ground

You left at such a young age
You were only sixteen
And now of you
I only dream

I dream that you’ll come back
Dream that you’ll stay
Dream of us on a boat
Floating across the bay

The marks on my wrist
Match the ones on yours
They just found me in time
So now mine are only sours.