He sends a kiss he’ll never receive
She closes her eyes and sees a ghost
He says I love you, only to deceive
The official wife lying by the bedpost
Her ghost walks away from his wife
He goes to the kitchen, clears his throat
The constant reminder cuts like knife
The last woman to which he ever wrote
She reads the letter, two oceans away
Crying, re-staining the short love note
The last words she’ll hear him say
That last feeling of two hearts afloat
He climbs back into his loveless bed
She remains in her single one
He imagines his beside her head
Her tears, her sobs are nearly done
Ten long years have taken their toll
The lives they have lived have come to end
And the only thing to ease a soul
Would be a late phone call from an old lover/friend.
