There`s a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary`s letter
Her writing`s honest
Can`t forget the years she`s lost
In isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
I`ll die alone
I know she was aching
There`s a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain
Next to his name
She knew he was gone
And isolation
Is all that would remain
The wound in me is pouring out
To rest on a lover`s shore
