When daylight fades
and all my visions forget
my heart's murderous rampage;

when age descends
upon my thoughts
until all life of memory is gone;

when time resists my begging cry
to live one more day to love him more;

when all my dreams rebel
against my pang of desire
for wants not found or given.

His eyes, his smile,
his golden curl around his brow.

A stolen photo, a stolen phrase,
held close for now.

When to forget? When to give up?
When she embraces him.

And even then, yes, even then,
I will still carry on.