(For Megan…)

Fountains of feelings flow 

Between our broken and cut lips,

As we walk where the weeping willows grow,

Beneath our secret solar eclipse 

Both bitter from the pain we know

And finding it hard to come to grips,

As we walk where the weeping willows grow,

Beneath our secret solar eclipse 

Knowing we must let it all go 

Our anguish sails away on ships,

As we walk where the weeping willows grow,

Beneath our visible lunar eclipse