the answer is

i don't fucking know

the question is

i don't fucking know

and i hate to say it like that

but who really does?

i find my heart pace it's length

through a million blood red veins

and my feet leave the ground

my hair a screaming tangled crown

and as far as i go

as always, so much never known

and the thought of you leaves me

strangely, forlornly blue

i remember too quickly

my skin shredded gray

too quickly

when black was the day

and i don't fucking know

and i don't fucking know

and there's no other words

to answer and fill neatly

in the blanks of how or why

or who you are or were when

(so long, farewell) way back then

way back when it was

i loved you so