And then he turns to her… “Save me”, he says. [Is thunder enough to shake her? Or does she need the rain? She told him it’s all over, Then why did he turn again??] She looks at him, And asks herself “Why?” [Friends don’t kill each other Then why did she let him die?] Tears stream down Crying for him Crying for her Is there anyone to blame? Sorrow erases sorrow And pain soothes pain He holds her hand in his She firmly pulls it away. “It’s over”, she repeats, Loud and clear. Can relief be enough reason?? Can love sway? [Yes, she did love him deeply But it faded away.] He looks at her And weeps And with each drop Her soul: hardening This is the last goodbye. Her joy His grief [What grows together… Doesn’t always die in oneness… It’s a sad picture Sorrow begging, misery] She turns He turns Knowing so well They may never meet But in their hearts She knows He feels There is never a goodbye. Every tear they cry, Will heal.