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There’s a hard lump in my throat,
A soft whisper in my ear.
She is telling me sweet nothings,
Saying She’ll always linger here.

Of course I believe Her,
For She is the music here in my soul.
The thief would never deceive me;
It was only my heart She stole.

“He will never come between us.
I will stay here forever.”
This is what She told me
“He won’t prevent us from being together.

“I was once his,
And He was once mine.
Now together we must conquer
The image of His hands in our mind.”

I can’t help but picture
His hands in Her hair,
Lying softly beside Her
With His unrelenting stare.

And then He whispers to Her
“Never forget the promise we made.”
And She cries back to Him
“Why can’t you just stay?”

His reply will play on forever
“All good things must come and pass.
We must bid farewell;
Together, You and I, weren’t meant to last.”

He left Her waiting
But did not look behind.
Now She pays the price,
Though She did not commit the crime.

And I am left with nothing
But a truth I cannot bear.
Just a faint image of
His hands everywhere.

Now She stays here,
Settling for so much less.
And my constant thinking of Him
Destroys all happiness.

I always ponder on the thought
When She will leave again.
For I know She will go searching,
Looking desperately for Him.

But She will look forever,
And never will She find.
For She is desperate Love,
Looking desperately for Time.