the plain, green dress she wore
a search for grace in imitation
to make them pay attention
before the bloom was gone
afternoons tied to the willow
or spying through the window
left behind, "care of the water"
there's no flash before her eyes
and it doesn't look like drowning
so never mind, never mind
to think what could have been
all the letters left unanswered
a promise unremembered
left behind, "care of the water"
there's no flash before her eyes
and it doesn't look like drowning
so never mind, never mind
whispering "care of the water"
there's no sadness in her eyes
and it doesn't look like drowning
so never mind, never mind