I once thought you’d age like wine At that time I knew it was going to be fine You died I learned that I cry My heart went through too much wear and tear Your life was already mine Hoping we’ll be together again Someday somewhere
Tied to your silken skin I was obliged to be in sin But you taught me love wouldn’t do me in After I’d come back from work We’d kiss Always as far as I remember Even when we were 20 years in
I remember your nervous ticks I remember your style As kept them within the four walls made of bricks But towards the end you thought you’d die If those walls would end up talking I told you to love me and keep calm Well those words They felt like ice cream for the soul
Few months later we went for an outing I thought it was safe We went for coffee Small steps for my only baby But one day it happened Something intercepted the intricate wiring of your astral body That I had only touched once I wouldn’t know if I had laid a finger on it twice
You felt it wasn’t worth living with your vice Those were the old times The conservative thoughts drove you to do the worst Give into the nervousness To squeeze the life out of you that was cursed
I don’t know whether you died of a weak heart or not But I bet in your insanity you left me to rot
The slightly mawkish story of a mentally ill woman who dies and leaves her husband all alone. This is based on olden times.