She thinks of words that never were said
Of phrases and thoughts still trapped in her head
Of gestures and opportunities lost
Of wasted chances and emotional cost
She thinks of the memories spanning so many years
Of laughter and joy, and yes, even tears
Of fun and of games, and of marvelous things
Of moments forgotten that tragedy brings
She thinks of his life, so full and so long
Of how it is them who now must be strong
Of loved ones who visit and try not to cry
Of heartbreaking sorrow and saying goodbye
She thinks of time, how it always runs out
Of all that is certain, of all that she doubts
Of tasks left undone at the end of the day
Of love that remains as life slips away
