she comes to the door, knocking
'is he here, is he here?'
no one answers, still she's repeating
slumped and clawing for the knob
she wants to go in, she's asking
'has he forgot, has he forgot?'
the doors still shut, but she's repeating
soaked and laying on the floor
she waits to finally die, breathing
'he's no more, he's no more'
the mat is rough, yet she's repeating
unclothed and wasting by the door
she died, unveiling her angel wings
'i didn't know, i didn't know'
now he lays beside her, forever repeating