She placed her ring on the sill,
  dishes piled high
  She's on the front porch step
  and the air smells like snow
  She's thinking of the siege to come
  and how she'll miss those weekends
  in the park with the sun on her face
  and her book by her side and that
  lingering taste that he left on her tongue
    He lifts his glass from the table
  It leaves a ring where it stood
  He sees the light from the window
  caress her like he knows he should
  He's remembering the first time he kissed her
  and how he'd wake
  and immediately he'd miss her,
  like a spell, with each breath,
  he'd taste her breath like a haunting,
  irritating as hell
    Do you remember when you'd pray
  to never see the day
  when someone would make you feel this way
  'Cause you knew
  they would cut right through you
  and once inside, you were afraid they'd find
  nothing to hold on to
    He puts her ring on her finger,
  she brushes back his hair
  He takes a sip from his glass,
  she inhales the cold fall air
  And they're thinking of the long road ahead
  and the strength that they will need
  just to reach the end
  And there in the silence they search for
  the balance between this fear that they feel
  and a love that has graced their lives