Tell her how everything ceased when I walked
Down the hallway that humid day on the 29th
How you dreaded art and poetry
But darling, you looked at me
Tell her how with those malachite eyes
You found the Andromeda in mine
Stared at it whole time in History
But still couldn't decipher me
Tell her how you whispered 'Go siorai'
With your subtle sighs and Irish drawl
And I understood it meant forever
But won't hear it again, not now or ever
Tell her how you long to hear my voice
Despite this world not giving you a choice
But please, dont tell her 'I love you'
We both know it won't be true.