were the colour of the Mojave sky.
He plays her only album once more
deep into a starry night
and peers at her photograph which shows
an alluring young woman with a grin
yet her eyes tell of a darkness within
and as another sad song draws to a close
he remembers her at her best
but the poison had enticed her again
after abstaining for so long.
He stares into the vastness of space
but the silver moon and stars do not care
and he does not feel her presence is there.