He traces her name in the dust
That lives at the top
Of the living room table
Just a fingertip swirl
Meant for the girl
That he can't seem to label

Mindless and cruel
This work of art
He's done to himself
To call him a fool
Is too kind a word
He sketches what's left

Like the first black clouds at Pompeii
There was bound to be more
Than just rain here
Now that the ashes have cooled
The I told you so's
Are all that remain here

She had the wings
You swore didn't exist
She had the way
That you shrugged aside
Shaking off gravity
Is what she does best
Did you look up?
Did you see her fly?

If you could flip a few pages ahead
What would you do once you'd found this
Half-empty bed and these
Trinkets and tears that she left
That at this time seem timeless

She had the wings
You swore didn't exist
She had the way
That you shrugged aside
Shaking off gravity
Is what she does best
Did you look up?
Did you see her fly?