i think i've seen this film before, so im leaving out the side door.

but look at her, how she'd mold her entire existence 

and yet see herself never being a preference.

but then would wonder, who is she to grieve

oh, to question you, would be such a silly leap.

look how you're so good, a heart with no stones

yet all she yearned for was to be called your own

look how the unheeded letter weeps in the corner of a room,

left to be withered, longed enough to be doomed 

your courtesy so kind, it must have been a lie,

your honesty's poisoned brew, callously left her to die. 

with every graceful stutter she called out for you

a desperate plea for something ever untrue.

she doesn't believe in superstitions, they seem old to her

but wonders how a tiny eyelash puts a mild break to all the fear 

when logic flies away and tired fists curl with a hue 

watching the fallen lash ascend with a pipe dream called you.

but where did Jo and Laurie's story flee?

in the alleys of "what if", in the lanes of what could be?

yet in some parallel universe, a different reality might ensue

when she won't silently leave at the side door, when he would turn and view.