Times

the last time that i saw her
her eyes were sad and gray
she looked at me and told me
that she lived from day to day,

the last time that i touched her
she trembled like a leaf
she said her thoughts were very blue
so she tried to keep them brief,

the last time that i kissed her
her lips were wet with tears
i said it was a grain of sand
'cause i hadn't cried in years,

the last time that i held her
my mood was stormy blue
i remember more about her
than i'll ever know of you,

November 1982