When she laughed, she gasped, as if trying to breathe all the happiness into her broken heart,
We should have known, how could we know that she was falling apart?
Had we listened to the gasps,
Would she now still be in our present and not our pasts?
These are the questions that make it hard to sleep,
These are the questions that make it easy to weep.
She is now light, soft stone and breeze on melody,
We now, reverent tongue-tied, all one and free as ebony.