She believes his heart is still hers,
And that is what keeps her going.
Her last thread of hope,
She clings to with all her might—
That he will come running back to her,
Groveling on his knees,
Is all she dreams about.
Late at night the tears come,
Let loose from the dam.
Broken and drowning,
Grasping to whatever she can,
But there is nothing.
He has taken it all away,
And no longer can she pretend—
That he is there,
That he will return.