Has the thought ever come to her of those days with the long walks of nothing and the quiet whispers of wind and lip?

She is laying the midst of a bed, wrapped up in the deep warmth of darkness
only kissed by the cloth on her.
She's so beautiful, lying there, the only sound comes from a breath in,
a breath out,
a breath in,
...

She's due for marriage, is the big news. She has but less than a month to go b'fore
she can finally say she's taken for good.
She has no thoughts of nothing walks and whispered words.

She can't remember those days.
The day that she first fell in love? she doesn't remember.
It was somewhere in the gray part of her memory now,
was it two years ago? Or last summer?

Not the four years ago he fell in love, anyways.
And all he hears about is the whispered words,
all he can think about are long walks with nothing.

She sleeps happily, he sleeps rarely.