Was it the blurry vision that caused my watery eye?
Or the side effects of all those drugs that briefly made me cry?
Or maybe just the crazy choice to drink the whole month dry?
Was it that late-night movie? Or was the reason why –
A damaged flower, a life cut short, that everything must die
The lifetimes flawed by memories that still refuse to lie?
But life and breath and love go on – the sun will light the sky
The snow will melt, my eyes will see and somehow planes will fly
So I’ll raise a glass of diet coke and say –
To you. One more “goodbye”.