Today, there’s a new moon in Scorpio,
No idea about the rest of the stellar portfolio,
23 degrees in Corfu, and only 10 in Lyon,
And the show must go on and on.

There’s nothing rational or fair about death,
But in your case, it was totally stupid I guess,
Last we talked, you were telling me you missed the sea,
And even on your hospital bed, you were worried about me.

My international phone call card expired earlier than expected,
I didn’t bother buy another one, I thought we’d talk after your operation,
You promised yourself that once the ordeal would be over,
You’d open that famous pub, and start things all over.

As I numbly watch the Hallmark channel,
You’re already at the other end of the tunnel,
Lake of tears’ “homecoming” endlessly plays in my mind,
A more desolate backdrop to what I feel, no one can find.

I tried deleting your email from my yahoo address book,
Pressing the delete button two times is all it took,
I couldn’t do it though, it would have been too final,
Even this electronic act, would have proved to be too brutal.

I know I am supposed to remember the good times gone by,
But how can I forget when I hurt you, without you knowing why?
I already speak in the past tense, of things that belong to the memory,
Your death proves life is stupid. Case closed. No need for an inquiry.