A certain woman stands
over a tombstone rained with dirt
and she stops her tears from falling
when she knows it's just the memories
or the ruins of her imagination but she
still hopes that he'd come back,
hopes that maybe an angel would
fly down from the heavens and
throw her into a big embrace,
one that would be so filled with warmth
that she'd never want to leave his arms
ever again.

But she knows, she knows
so she smiles and hopes that she'd be able
to let it go.