Her soft hands caressed his beautiful face

with tender care, bringing him peace,

and you had to turn your jealous gaze

as not to fall apart, piece by piece.

Stolen moments under the stars at night

as he ran his fingers through your hair

and held you close to him, out of sight;

you remember those as you continue to glare.

When Moon turns to Sun that then disappears,

you seek him out, always alone in the garden,

trying to find a solution that will not end in tears;

you unknowingly keep adding to his heavy burden.

He is drowning in the silver moonlight,

standing there in silence, waiting for you

patiently, unwilling to run and hide,

despite knowing what you are about to do.

You take his face into your hands,

like she did to him not so long ago;

and somewhere in some faraway lands

perhaps your good intentions will echo.

When you kiss him, it is not the same

because now you can taste the silent goodbye

on his lips stained by the salt of both your tears;

you know then, it will be long before you can kiss him again.

As the crushing guilt slowly consumes you,

you hear a faint whisper of his lovely voice go:

You showed me what I already knew,

still - Why must you love me so?