Pretty Words & a Desperate Act

You smelled like grass and dirt,
A deep earthy scent.
I could feel the regret you were
Already exuding as you
Began the act filled with
Desperation.
The soil beneath us was
Damp with tears.
Yours, or my own?
I stared into the eyes
Of the moon
As its light beared down
Upon us.
When the desperation had left
You gazed at me and spoke.
You filled my heart
With pretty little words.
Words of sorrow and happiness,
Remorse and satisfaction,
Hate and love.
You smiled sadly and I closed my eyes,
Taking a mental picture
Because I knew it was the last.
Then you were gone,
Barely making a sound.
The truth of that desperate act
And those pretty words
Will never pass my lips.
They remain forever lilting
On the wind
After the summer night breeze
Carried them away from us.