She covered up the mirror, hid his photo in the
Drawer The sketches that he made for her were rip-
Ped and rolling across the floor All memories and
Promises and plans they'd made were scratched or
Burned as Lisa laid her head down for the night
Still the pictures flowed day and night There's
No escape, there's no remission This one's us in
Paris, and this one's us in Rome That mess was him
In plasticene, those rocks were him in stone And
Still she found no explanation why he left without a
Word It seemed like such an ordinary night Still the
Pictures flowed throuhg the night No escape, no
Remission They burned his few possessions and
They buried him in sand They spent his coins in cof-
Fee bars and calmly washed their hands The only
Hint of retribution was a lack of intuition--left with
Dirty hands without a fight How the curses flowed
Through the night Made their escape, a fruitless
Mission His ghost peeps through the curtains
Gently whispering her name It hovers over crushed
Mementos trying to explain And maybe it takes 40
Years of patience, swimming through the tears He'll
Guard her each and every lonely night Still the pic-
Tures flow through the night No escape, no
Separation