I etched her days in stone.
I thought she was mine,
but I was wrong.
I stand now alone.

Our time together was short,
and then she was gone.
I wanted her forever,
but she was yours all along.

I could curse you till I die,
but what's done is done.
She's happier now 'cause you're the better one.

At least I can keep her in my memory.
At least I have pictures that I can see.
I can watch how she fell into me,
so many times,
before I watched her fade into you.

Hold her close, and carry her well,
and don't pity the tears that fall from this shell.