Strange

Strange:

"What doesn't kill you makes you stranger" as told by The Joker...
He talked about marriage
As she sat on his lap
Smoking a cigarette
Under the stars
On a beautiful summer night.
She still thought about him
From time to time
And his eyes so blue
Like the sky
On a day you'd never forget.
Only to glance at an engagement ring
He put on another woman's finger
3 years later...
On St. Patrick's Day
She thought of all the times
They used to go to the bar
With their old friends
Only to find herself
3 years later
On her front porch
Smoking half a pack of cigarettes
Still trying to figure it out
But the unawnsered questions
were about as clear as the thick clouds
of smoke passing through
So she got up
Walked to the end of the street
Layed on her back
Looking upward to feel...
That the sky was still present
She felt the earth tremble in stillness and in darkness
The stars needed the darkness
To help them shine brighter
Disturbed, but awakened by the silence.
.. as the hours passed....
The Sky called "Move"