I remember every detail of it
The smells of the orange grove
Your dress and the way it hung upon you
The look that was in your eyes
At that time in the day the sun was weary
And that weariness bled to us
With your hands you could steady any vessel
And those hands wiped the blood from me

We are not the lions of the daylight
We are more like wolves in dead of night
We are more the raven in the schoolyard
Than all the larks about to sing

I remember calm before this chaos
The sound as the coffee boiled
In the clear cup I watch the sugar melting
In the stillness a nagging thought