BAck to Black

She died one hundred times
One hundred times too many
She never said good bye to me
Or possibly to any
One expecting ever, that she would
Go away
That Her life would just be over
To Camden she would say

A sweet brush of mascara
Swept upwards to the sky
Her right hand in her pocket
And possibly she’d sigh
Her blue eyes her audaciousness
Her courage from within
Back to black’s true clarity
All part of her spin

I died a hundred times she sang
Belief was not in me
She unlocked the inevitable
We watched it flying free
Coerced by inhibitions
Subdued in a refrain
She cast off all her shackles
And marched into the rain

An open purse she proffered
A donor to the fore
Her voice was always plenteous
Drawn up from her core
Endurance she did manifest
A light that shone so bright
With such unction and such eagerness
She put the world to right

We shall never forget you Dear Amy Winehouse

NEVER x