My girl came home to me. Just the other day acting OK. I was reading alone. In my favourite room the TV was on. May I be excused. For not telling the truth. 'Cos she's gone she said. She's better off on her own. She turned her head. Much better off on her own. My girl knocked on the door. To the place I usually refer to as home. I died shoelace untied. She looked in my eyes small and surprised. And God closed every gaze. The moon fell into the lake. Boy she's gone adrift. She's better off on her own. She closed then she left. Much better off on her own. 'Cos she's gone she said. She's better off on her own. She turned her head. Much better off on her own. 'Cos she's gone she said. She's better off on her own. The tears I cried. Much better off on her own