Looking at the night sky
She whispers
“This is endless”
It rolls off her lips
Like smoke from so many cigarettes
I want to believe her
but I know better

Always on the hillside I find her
Her hair growing into the grass
Her face blooming from the dark earth
And tired from the trip
I lay down beside her

I often remind her she has died
And with hardly a pause
She goes on
“I want to believe”
“The heart does not lie to itself
because it must, but because it
cares so much for us”

Moments like these
Always make me feel bad
For trying to remind her
She has died
And keep me quiet for a while
In the memory of her

Looking at the sunrise
I hope she whispers
“let me go”
So I can without coming back
To that haunted hillside

But those words have not yet split her lips
And in my dreams I always find her
Growing out the hillside
Like some beautiful survivor
A reminder