I let go of her hand that last time we meet at the park
That day like many others seemed lucid and yet they were far from a dream
Like usual I found myself wandering looking for something to un-attach myself from her memory
The moment invited feelings I've known yet they were so familiar to me
Patience was dead I killed myself a little with a smoke or two
It were cold that evening the sun was setting upon the day
All my life I never valued things that I didn't care for
Yet here I am begging for a reason
Sweep away by uncanny thoughts but jealously has yet to visit me
Feelings never disappear they hide until useful
In the midst of this darken day as the stars create the sky
My eyes illuminate one last time I close my eyes and my passion dies
