At six in the morning the Queen of Cups told me
that he doesn't miss me anymore
I saw him last night while deep in a dream,
and oddly it made me laugh
I knew it was true that he no longer cared
and I don't know why I asked
But the Queen seemed to laugh as she said,
"Not a chance"
(How ironic these dreams can be)
Now I best try to sleep, look for peace where I lay,
because a hurricane is on its way
One of many things I wrote a long time about ago a boy who moved back home, across the ocean.