Now and then her eyes show recognition
as she sees him walking towards her
through the early morning mist.

She dreams of the embrace; the kiss; the tenderness.

Then her eyes cloud over as she remembers the fight;
the words; the ugliness; the pain.
Her lip trembles for an instant
as a tear runs down her face,
and the blankness returns.

She wonders how it all came to this.
First, she lost her lover,
then she lost her mind.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul