No words could describe the sick feeling in his gut,
nor the anxious pounding in his head that tells him she won't be back this time

She takes a step back and he follows with a trembling stare
Reaches a long hand out to grasp delicate, feminine fingers with his own

Emerald stares with confusion into cerulean blue, unsure
Something is wrong; some fear keeps him from letting go of her

She doesn't often see him afraid and so she states it very gently
"I have to go, but I told you I wouldn't forget."

"You'll forget," he insists, quiet, and pulls her hand to his chest, pleading
"Something'll happen; something always does; you'll forget what I've said."

A quick tug pulls them closer together, her arms around his neck,
his hands against her back while the stone walls threaten to break

"Tell me again," she says, soft, and buries her face in his shirt
"Tell me again and I won't forget, and you might not be so hurt."

The goldrose looks at his gypsy; he sighs and he has to give in
Remembers their promise and pauses, gives the faintest ghost of a grin

"I love you" - he says - "I love you, you know, and I hope you can remember
The rain of April, the sun of July, the unnatural warmth of November"

She chuckles and kisses his cheek, sweet; steps backwards, away, once again
"You're something" - she smiles - "You're something I need, and I promise this won't be the end"

Emerald gazes at blue, and draws them, again draws them near
He wakes with a smile and she with a laugh; there are angels, there are angels down here