Las fotos de la autopsia

 I sailed with you across the finest oceans,

 we felt the joy of exploring endless roads and shiny stars.

  

We drew the map to the dark side of the moon,

 

  and looked at the Earth from the bright side.

 But I was lost myself in deep thoughts of nothingness and sleepiness,

and I lost you. 

 You don't miss your water, till the well runs dry.

 Mr. Blue