Before the starry-eyed curtain falls,
before the last treasured memories fade
I look back to see we three standing tall
not knowing the grim reaper was bringing his blade.
I have asked myself a million times, why we?
Why take one so young, and a marriage torn asunder?
A shitstorm that ripped the branches from a tree
and scattered like clouds running from the thunder.
Bound to fall apart like a trilogy of crashing stars
each one concealing their hidden, private pain.
The two of us left standing carry the scars
and I think about the two of you every time it rains.
Don't forget me, and remember
when you flew overhead
and we were crashing stars
in the universe's bed.
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