And as she walked briskly down the path
Thoughts went to and fro of her other half.
Through heartbreak, tragedy and lonely nights
She trusts that she hasn't quite lost the fight.
Each and every person she passes
On the way to upcoming classes,
Each and every person going by
Has a story they try to hide.
But the day she lets her own story be told,
The day the new is reflective of the old,
At the time when there's nothing left to hide
A new partner can appear by her side.