If you’re leaving, in silence lock the door
Behind you, love; don’t make a sound, I plead.
If you’re leaving, our starlit nights will dim
But don’t you bother turning on the lights.
As all the dreams and plans will turn to dust,
In haste, I’ll let my skin forget your touch
And you, my heart, forget to grieve for us.
Forget the love, the “if”s, the hopes, the past;
Forget the countless puzzle pieces, too
Because we’ve long failed to make the picture.
But just before I’ll be forgotten, too,
Through the wind, I’ll whisper the song of fate
And slowly haunt your mind so when the wind
Sings to you again, you’ll never forget
That once, under the torrid sun you smiled.