Last evening, I turned by the pages of time.

And tore out the chapters when you were mine.

I attempted to cut out the memories of you.

And paste in some new ones, far better an' true.

True.

I searched through the chapters, referring to hearts,

for the one with the caption:"Till death do us part."

I ripped at each letter an' I tore at each word.

I screamed at your memory an' nobody heard.

Nobody heard.

But your memory's determined, and chances are few,

Of my ever finding a replacement for you.

It desperately clings to the floor of my mind,

And fights for its place in the pages of time.