Strawberry Blonde

She waits in her chair through the long afternoons
she wanders every night
never sure where she is or how she came there
what she dreams is flight.

Her fingers, her legs, her lungs, her old bones
holding on despite the years
but her brain is undone beyond hope or cure
she lives in constant fear.

Her flowing hair was strawberry blonde
her eyes were clear and blue
she held me close in her beautiful arms
we knew exactly what to do.

She told me she wished she could end her own life
she was pleading with her eyes
and together we dreamed of embracing the knife
I never knew what was right.

Her flowing hair was strawberry blonde
her eyes were clear and blue
she held me close in her beautiful arms
we knew exactly what to do.

Then like an echo in the night her good friend was there
he whispered on the breeze
and he brought her the gift of one last breath
when he’d gone she was released.

Strawberry blonde...