And she stares, cold as she ever was.

Nothing but a pair of hollow blue eyes;

No more tears to cry, only time to bide.

Perhaps she is a product of my mind.

It matters little; her figure lingers, it reminds

And she stares, cold as she ever was.

I have rehearsed apologies, repeated,

Yet outside of reason, or excuse, words fail me.

No more tears to cry, only time to bide

Until she comes for ...