[breathless]

There was this blonde chick, stunningly attractive...
She ran into the street and got struck by oncoming traffic.
With weak resistance, and a deep distance in her eyes,
she'd keep on insistin' upon bein' a mistress of time.
A tryst missed, brisk shivers run quickly down her spine.

This dismissive look of indifferent lust bristles her flesh.
The thick whiskers that once tickled her supple nipples and breasts,
now flooded with salt rivers mixed with crimson instead...

But he knows, this is the last moment he has
to kiss the side of her cheek, yet he can't open the casket.
He stands over the chasm, the hoists holding his wife's coffin creak,
soiling his soul silently weeping, embroiled in both kinds of everything.

If only he hadn't randomly seen her from across the street...

So happy as he screamed her name and she came dashing to greet him.
A chance rearranged in passing, turned into a painful lunchtime meet up.

Was he to blame? No, but really, it could not get much worse.
What he saw was a shame, finally, what's inside that dumb blonde head of her's.