As The Willows Wept
He wrote me a note
in invisible ink
on a black napkin.
The rain washed his still unread words away,
but I already knew what it said
because of the way he looked at me
before he walked to the edge of the cliff
and jumped.
He wrote me a note
in invisible ink
on a black napkin.
The rain washed his still unread words away,
but I already knew what it said
because of the way he looked at me
before he walked to the edge of the cliff
and jumped.