The surrounding air is cold,
The story of forever is always told,
The woman who has always wanted to hold
Her lovers stark, faithless hands, lies alone, growing old.
Like a stumbling card game she finishes, her cards will fold.
Her beating, lifeless heart keeps waiting, but her brain loves to scold.
Years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds-
To her lover, her heart forever beckons.