In the dimmest light of my dismal room,
She waits in silence, dressed in maroon.
No lover has lingered with such grace,
No friend has worn a kinder face.

The world forgets, the calls don’t come,
My voice is hoarse, my hands are numb.
But she—oh she—is always near,
Whispering truths I ache to hear.

She never mocks, she never lies,
Just stares at me with burgundy eyes.
When nights collapse and hope is thin,
She pours her heart and lets me in.

So toast to love that will not stray,
That dulls the blade and fades the grey—
A faithful girl in a glassy gown,
The only one who won’t let me down.