....

As if the song would come again
your ghost appears, you did not die,
and I with sadness, pace the room
something moved, passed me by.

And yet the song may come again
such notes to bear you far away,
I with nothing, and nothing still,
regret the minute, regret the day.

Chords of flowers echo in the sun,
random tunes or abstract play,
I with nothing, empty hands,
regret the minute, regret the day.

How slow was I to barely move,
frozen here, you passed away,
I with nothing, empty words
regret the minute, regret the day.

There is no life, there cannot be,
I placed my life within your grave,
you all expect too much of me.
I regret the minute. I regret the day.

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