He can't hear the droplets
of my lonesome tears
the cracking in my voice
through faded ears 

He can't envision my pain
this life of grim skies
when he chose to be blind
with faded eyes 

He can't make me feel
when hands no longer clutch 
our lips lost from one another
this faded touch

He can't disentangle our past
set free the memory of
what would always be
a faded love.