She placed her ring on the sill,

dishes piled high

She's on the front porch step

and the air smells like snow

She's thinking of the siege to come

and how she'll miss those weekends

in the park with the sun on her face

and her book by her side and that

lingering taste that he left on her tongue



He lifts his glass from the table

It leaves a ring where it stood

He sees the light from the window

caress her like he knows he should

He's remembering the first time he kissed her

and how he'd wake

and immediately he'd miss her,

like a spell, with each breath,

he'd taste her breath like a haunting,

irritating as hell



Do you remember when you'd pray

to never see the day

when someone would make you feel this way

'Cause you knew

they would cut right through you

and once inside, you were afraid they'd find

nothing to hold on to



He puts her ring on her finger,

she brushes back his hair

He takes a sip from his glass,

she inhales the cold fall air

And they're thinking of the long road ahead

and the strength that they will need

just to reach the end

And there in the silence they search for

the balance between this fear that they feel

and a love that has graced their lives