"What a beautiful night to be lonely,"
She bitterly cried out into the wind,
"He promised I was his one and only,
But he's gone, never to come back again"

Bittersweet tears rolling down to her lips,
As she looks at old photographs of him.
The aged pictures are scarred with tears and rips,
But to her they are the finest of gems.

Mascara leaving black streaks down her face,
As she clings desperately to her past.
Missing his smile and his gentle embrace,
She's consumed by nostalgia for years passed.

She knows that she will never be okay.
Time doesn't heal wounds, despite what they say.