I Shall Die Alone, Never Having Felt
Love-‘s Lingering Stroke Upon My Skin,
No Tender Finger Brushing Stray Thoughts
From My Brow, I Shall Die Alone.
I Shall Die Alone, In A Room Which
I-‘ve Decorated With Your Words In
Faint Flickers Of Red And Gold Promise,
Doused Before Burning, I Shall Die Alone.
I Shall Turn To Dust, Taken By Breezes
Drifting East On Your Atlantic Wind,
Disappearing Into The Black Depths
Where Happy Is, I Shall Turn To Dust