And so she thought about him
Without wanting to
She stumbled through
Tasting the plain light of him
Guilt k**s come the whisper
So she brush that voice from her shoulder
Guilt k**s come again
Then she tap her forehead gently
With the quill of her dead husband's pen
Saying na, na here's the spool
Here's the spool of love
Is it cold waiting outside
With the moon in the starlight
So fifty years later
He's fifty years better
And brings the oxygen
That she moves
To kindle the flames
Setting fire to all of her things
All the furniture
The bric-a-brac
And all the vows she made