Heather's Lament Poem by Scott Murray

She stares at his face as his eyes glisten over,
Reaches out her hand and pulls out a revolver,
She steadies her hand, finger on the trigger,
The metal makes him shake; her hand starts to quiver,
She stays the execution tells him you have one more chance,

There is a scar on his heart that spells out her name,
And it aches and it burns because he knows he is to blame,
He opens up his cavity and shows her the mark,

You see there is this epidemic going round like the common flu,
It goes by the name the Scott Murray blues,
Its symptoms are simple but shocking none the less,
It turns the victim into something grotesque,

And I am beginning to think that I might be like King Midas,
That everything I touch slowly will vanish,
And I will stand in a desert of my own desolation,
And will know I should have tried harder after you stayed the execution


And I will promise you things but they will be just words,
It will be my actions that inevitably you will trust,
And I will try and be better and shake off the blues,
Because the thought of losing you is something I simply can't do


I will stroke you hair and tell you I love you,
And make stupid faces and act like a muppet,
I will try and reclaim some of the things that we have lost,
I will bring back a version of me that we both much preferred,
I will plead and I will beg for you to stay another day,
I will never make you regret your decision not even for a day

There is this image I have of you still with me,
It fills me with this irrational glee,
And I reach out my hand and try and touch it,
But the image dissolves and slips away,
And I am trying desperately to make it real,
But truthfully it feels like we are on a Ferris wheel,
Round and round we seem to keep going,
And I know these conversations are getting boring,


But I dread the day I wake and you're not there,
And I forget something as simple as the smell of your hair,
And the gun is still pointed at me; I can see it so clearly,
And the fear is rising like it wants to tease me,
The bogeyman stands just over your shoulder,
Whispers in your ear you know that it's over,
And I am hoping that some of my words will slip through,
And convince you that I truly do love you too.



I might not be able to buy you the moon and stars from upon high,
Or the diamond that looks about the size of your eye,
But I give you this promise my solemn vow,
That I will do everything in my power to never make you cry,
Even if it means I need to bow out and walk away to make you happy,

There is not much else to say except that I am sorry,
And I promise you baby I will set a precedent tomorrow,
And the days that follow will be better than these,
And hopefully I find redemption, if you so please,
I will leave you with I love you and miss you each day
And I promise you darling that everything will be okay.