When clouds f e l l, I must have been in love. I remember the saddened mistake, crying alone, savoring death as I breathed: I can't stop my tears, I lay far away, sunken heart, a lost soul in this sung mortality. I can't say I miss you. I simply can't survive without these forgotten dreams. I can't say I've forgotten you. I live in that lovely sky dressed in the gentle blue of a fissured hope. Was it the end? No, it was only a silent motive for a blissful love that wasn't meant to be made true, in us.