I lie in bed at night

watching shadows on the ceiling,

the residue of day

creeps into the feeling

of anguish and despair

that overwhelms me as I feel

beside me in the bed

the one for whom I care.

Each time I look it's who I see,

the girl who gave her heart to me.

I see her there behind the smile

but only for a little while,

and then she's in another place

somewhere I find so hard to face

where reality's distorted...

making joy too hard to chase,

and cherished memories

of a lifetime lived

removed without a trace.

Yet no matter where that place may be

her voice's echo reaches me

repeating words we shared as true,

our altar vows of what we'd do

throughout the years we planned to spend,

unaware of how they'd end.

The loss of all the years we won

building memories... now held by one

to reminisce alone... apart...

I'll love her always, she is my heart.