One turned two
And the stars fell on our feet
If happiness had a name
I would have named it after you
You, with the moonlit smile
The water-washed skin
The grassy hair
You, filling fields of thoughts
With bloomed orchids as hopes
Just for me.

Two turned one
But hopes tend to hang on
And rip this curtain of dreams
If confusion had a name
I would have named it after you
You, with the made up stories
And the self-assumed pity
You, with the imparted words of semi-wisdom
Under a sky that only turned around
And closed its eyes

One turned one
And hopes left a gratefully
Acknowledged desert
If loneliness had a name
I would name it after you
You, with the broken promises
And forgotten sense of maturity
You, with the immense feeling of being
Worse than better
But not even trying to redeem yourself
You, with the mouth full of history
But an avoided future

If life had a name
I would not name it after you