I saw Her one last time
She came to have Her say
And Her say was “Good-bye.
I will be here if ever you wake up
And change your mind.
“For you are not what you think–
Not a lover of two, but One,
And I will always know this about you
No matter what image you project
To that world that listens to you.”
And with that, She turned
And flew out the window,
My heart in Her hands
My soul in Her heart
But leaving Her skin on mine.