That Night
I saw you that night, the night you fell to pieces
I saw your smile, I saw your hair
Newly cut and styled--so unlike you
As if you woke up someone different
You were wearing makeup, laughing
And dancing and singing
I walked you home.
You didn’t say anything but thanks
I didn’t see you the next day
I thought you moved
Until i found the note in that jacket
The one you borrowed That night
The night you fell to pieces
You didn’t tell me
I was right there
You should have told me
You had been quiet
Going through things is what you said
For a long time
Until that night. The night you fell to pieces
But you were beautiful that night
Smiling and laughing and talking
You were living for that night
You weren’t thinking about tomorrow
‘Cause you knew it wouldn’t come
It’s how i’ll remember you
How you looked that night
The night you fell to pieces
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