Black

his feet drag in the light of the sky the moon and stars shimmer in his eyes the night is black and she is gone; the sky is black and she is gone. the carving in the willow stays the same just as the bark on which he carved their names the night is black and she is gone; the sky is black and she is gone. the rope falls onto the branch adorned with green he lights a cigarette and leans against the tree the night is black and she is gone; the sky is black and they are gone.