In the morn, still in bed, she cried. 
She cried out in pain, in anguish, in defeat.
"It will never end! Not till the day i die!"

"He will keep in my mind, in my heart, till my end i meet.
Then will peace come for my weary soul?"

He left her stuck in a dream, stuck in time. Left with what
if's, and could have beens,  a shattered heart she now
tends.