at the end, with the sunlight fading:

if these walls could talk

oh, the stories they would share

of love and loss and sad, sad songs

enough to make you weep

and time hasn’t been forgiving

its lines trace the edges of your mouth

reminders of so many days

you were left without a smile

thoughts stray back to her

even after all these years

so young, so sad, so beautiful

and you let her walk away

the days grow shorter still

sunlight fading in your room

if only you had told her

maybe you wouldn’t have to die alone

there is a clock ticking

night is falling fast

you wish these walls could talk

so she would finally know that you loved her