In memory’s cloak she sits and waits
Outside his mind’s rusted gates
For him to call her name, and then
She’ll dance into his thoughts, again

And he will kiss her, hold her close
Tell her that he loved her, most
And she will promise not to leave
So he will never have to grieve

But grieve he does and tears he sheds
Holding on to life by threads
The whiskey nights and starving days
Will lead him to his early grave

And that is where he longs to be
Beside her for eternity
In death, the pain will not be born
For memories will be no more.