There are times when she can almost see his face,
As she wanders empty rooms that feel out of place,
Yet, she still waits for him to return,
Even if she can't remember who she's waiting for...

You can't tell why she's falling apart,
But you can't count the scars on her heart,
They took everything from her,
And now she's left broken in the dark.

Abandoned from the outside,
Yet so lonely inside,
She doesn't remember who she was,
But she's still waiting for him to come home...

At night she cries as she falls into sleep,
Crying for the promise he could not keep,
She's still waiting for you,
Even though she can't remember why...

She's a ghost of the past,
A ghost dressed in white, who breathes her last,
Yet she's still waiting for you,
To return to this place once more...
© Britt Clark