Song For Batya

Now that you're gone
Things don't seem the same
I may just have to give them
different names
Like 'soaking wet blanket' for the sky
And 'faded black stars' for your eyes
Now that you're gone
Things don't look the same
As if the pictures found another frame
The memories alone must take care
The wind doesn't mess up your hair
Death is just a moment
When the died ends