With a sudden jerk, the rope...
Between my chin and chest choked...
Half of your love, me, fell to your feet.
Relinquishment never bled so sweet.
My neck dripped into your open eyes.
Never again will they reflect the skies.
And as my body grew cold with the air,
You whispered to the trees, "This isn't fair."
The boughs from which my mind hung,
With lashing, swirling, terrible winds; Sung.
The forest fell upon you, and we reunited.
The winds calmed and the world quieted.