Dusk in October

I saw your naked fingers
clamped around his neck
your eyes weren't wet
you kept your head

The aftermath was just
shadows and shapes
they called it fate
never said your name

I kept your secret
hidden in my head
buried with the dead
but could not forget

Paths of right and wrong
seem to dance and intertwine
and under that cold moon light
all i could think was that
you looked divine

When we wake from this coma
maybe we'll feel some regret
maybe we'll wish we could forget
until then let's share this cigarette
watch the night become day
and pay no attention
when we run out of things to say

somewhere in my head, buried in back
a thought still lingers
when will i see those naked fingers
around my neck?