He used to say 'somewhere here you are apart of me',Although their existence was grim, their devotion was plenty, He laid kisses on her soul, The kind of kisses that make sorrow hearts turn, Hands were drawn as he struck the street, As the world chose to forget, he was her Harlem King, The soldiers solute... While her tears dropped in his honour, And suddenly she was not magnificent, The foreign eyes reminded her that she couldn't feel anymore, Her acquaintances abandoned, but the crystals held her spirit, As she kissed the clouds, he never came, Anxious pictures, kept rolling around like doggerels in her mind, So she pleased the boys and told them that love didn't matter anymore, If they didn't care, then no-one needed to, Her veins split and soaked the blade, Before her eyes shut for the final glimpse of eternity she murmured... 'I wish no-one farewell, I'm coming to see you my brother'