For Evangeline
Brett Detar
In one night you made me your own,
The deepest embrace's creation.
I layed there for days and you forgot
In one night you made me your own,
In one hour you gave me away to the angels
You sent me up to the sky.
Now their wings fan the heat from the face you'll never touch
The hair you'll never smell,
The little hands you'll never hold.
Now i am but a silhouette down there,
A silhouette of a memory of a solitary night nothing more.