Almost a year in, I thought I felt better We walked through the forest together Not a sound from the moss or the dirt But our actions spoke words And I could not look in your eyes And you could not look in my eyes For such sorrow crept into our minds The beginning of grey in your hair and the lines on my face Carved by stress in the years My doubts and my fears The silence did all of our speaking Do you remember the rapture we had? Oh you poor thing, you gentle soul You left the flowers on the table And I'm sorry, I'm sorry For all that I did to you For all that I put you through When my spirits fell with the night You left me alone in my room for awhile Just as when I was a bride Had nothing changed the whole time? And I looked in the mirror and something inside me said One should be all dead when one is half dead Oh darling, darling Have you ever understood?