I loved you before I was born
And I will love you after I am gone.
In between, we have our duties and responsibilities
And joys and sorrows, and all the triumphs and trophies
To celebrate for ourselves, and kith and kin.
I gaze at the stars.
They are very beautiful.
So I think of you.
The truth is that the memories
Are like old handbills and popcorn sleeves
Pressed in the clown’s scrapbook,
Waiting for nothing more than
To be tossed aside by
Unsentimental children.
Still I gaze at stars.
And they are so beautiful.
So I think of you.
The truth is that I loved you before I was born
And I will love you after I am gone.
And when I suffer insult or injury
My blood spills its true colors,
Which are yours.
I gaze at the stars.
They are very beautiful.
So I think of you.