Chalk

Each time that I hold the dice

The numbers fade

And leave their marks in my hands

Where the chalk and dust remain

But lines can be read like notes

She said I'd leave for Spain

She couldn't know that city's light

From the marble she gave me

Some would ask for more

Fooled in the silence

Cast the stone down

And doubt what they saw

Just to follow the siren

As she moved on, and

Passed through the crowd

She carried our hearts out

It's true that some words are lost

Because you chose not to hear them

The hour of two years had marked

New lines on her face

But passed me by in the dark

My hands hadn't changed

With a crayon and pen from a can

She drew a map of Spain

I still have it now, with a letter white

But the markings have faded

Some would ask for more

Fooled in the silence

Cast the stone down

And doubt what they saw

Just to follow the siren

As she moved on, and

Passed through the crowd

She carried our hearts out

It's true that some words are lost

Because you chose not to hear them