Nothing could stop what we did

Alchemy dictates its conclusion,

Tangled in an urgent chemistry

Physically desperate for fusion

 

What became of that poor girl?

Hiding those scars on her wrist

Bruises like plates on her back

Her lips in pain when we kissed

 

A freshers' conference is wild

Or used to be in olden times

Before masks and distancing

And other anti-social crimes

 

What became of that poor girl?

Hiding those scars on her wrist

Bruises like plates on her back

Her lips in pain when we kissed

 

We reel under all that baggage

I learned a fraction of her tale

That curious lump on her head

The diet that rendered her frail

 

What became of that poor girl?

Hiding those scars on her wrist

Bruises like plates on her back

Her lips in pain when we kissed

 

She never appeared at lectures

I did my three years, got a job,

Its ten years now and still I hear

Her futile plea, that broken sob

 

What became of that poor girl?

Hiding those scars on her wrist

Bruises like plates on her back

Her lips in pain when we kissed