I keep things in the box desk
Things I no longer possess
They only live inside my heart
And I kept yours in your poem
A notebook with our love
Ashes now from the sea
Locks of their hair
Dead like you, dead like me
Three decades long to be with you
This life deprived of your art
My life in this box desk
Adonais wrapped around your heart
Daeh yht dnib ylraed ot tsorf ot htellaf sraet
Sianoda otnu sraet, si eh daed
Sianoda otnu rof peew yht