One-Hearted Dance

Looking out the window,
I think about your smile.
I've noticed that it's been a while.
I hadn't spoken out,
and asked what was on your mind.
And now you've taken suicide's wings
and taught yourself how to fly.
You soared up into heaven,
away from all this earthly pain.
You left with no way
to ever see you again.
Why do the good die young?
You saw the end and you started to run.
You left me here, breathing air,
standing at your casket,
thinking, "Damn, it''s not fair."
Looking out the window,
I'm missing what we had.
I always thought that we were going to last,
but know that chance has passed.
You've taken suicide's chance,
and I'm left with a one-hearted dance.