She left the cabaret after someone whispered, "Honey"? (But was it her or was I?) Maybe we are just one? She (I?) Left her message on the strings of a black guitar, two words only, a sustained cry. She left her longing, love, floating in the air and in my mind, infecting all of desire. How did you feel? (Well, I hope) She (I?) Left her message on the strings of a black guitar, two words only, a sustained cry. Too many questions unanswered in exchange for a ticket to light.. And I just I have the map of your skin, one dated February 22.