” And then one day the rain fell,
As thick as black water,
And in her heart she knew something was wrong.
She went running through the orchards screaming “NO GOD!!!”
But by the time she’d got there, she feared
He already had gone.
She got to where he lay,
Watercolor roses in his hands for her…
She threw them down, screaming,
” Tell me why you leave me,
with nothing left behind but these cold paintings,
these cold portraits,
To remind me. ”
“Love, I leave but only a little,
I swear it holds me still.
My body may die, now,
but these paintings are real.”