Saw you last night walking the girders,
Golden Gate, not golden, not for you.
Metal diving board, a death trap for the sad,
I never knew and now my delusion comes true.
I am so sorry life has been cruel to you.
It’s been cruel to many before. I will never
feel those arms around me, those lips pressed
wetly against mine. What did you think I could do?
Did you see wings on my shoulders or sandals on my feet?
You’re gone, now I’m lost, I am sadder than you now.
Sad is the only word I can use, my eyes speak with my destiny.