you rose and you fell as my eyes held your image, your tears fell to Hell, Quenching fire with fire? i heard your last scream or was that a dream? or was it my own lack of foresight atoned? you fell, and you cried, and my selfishness died and your flesh, burning, held in its absence my own Hell. Folded up like a napkin, inhibition was satin, so smoothe and indulgent but how long could i hold it? i dropped it--or sold it for peace and release. for a glimpse of the sea, for the end of this pain, For the soft, cleansing rain... You lived and you died, and i died by your side. So you said "Don't forget" But my hands are still wet...