A day has past yet I still remember
staring at Mars and thinking of you
you lay in my lap
under the dark purple of the wild night sky
dotted with stars of silver as we drove by
I'm lost now with you gone
I know not of what has fallen
of what has came and what has gone
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
But a memory
Oh a memory however ruptured it may be
A memory is worth a thousand stories
Sometimes untellable
Sometimes dark
Sometimes evil
yet sometimes not
