She tried to forget the last pages,
Of her life,
her heart dangling on the edges,
Of asharp knife.
aglass of whisky on her hand,
Following the notes from the music band
as memories came to her mind;
memories she could not find.
Memories of the lost parts of her life
the parts that she was to be his wife
and now that she is old and grey
the parts are wishes that passed a way.