There is only so much I can write
love stories were never my style...

As I am rinsing off my face
tears are floating down the drain...

I have taken on this journey
a road I have travelled down numerous times...

I look at that needle hanging on to your skin
little droplets running through your veins...

I am walking in the rain
these are all my tears...

A dust of magie noire on my wrist
a splash of moon drops behind the ear...

Some cats are not meant to be caged
their spirit has no limitations...

A change is coming
I can feel it in my soul...

I cherish those moments
the times I have with you...

This is in honor of a woman
that never complained...

I don't think I can let it go
not any time soon...

The night is dark, the air still
I almost forgot how to breathe...