When my hair was a long cascade of black waves,
I felt my lover's fingers run through them.
Now my hair is frizzy gray wires,
Most of which lies around the shower drain;
And my lover's hands are bony and cold.
Once my body ached for man's touch,
now my body aches but for no one,
and I yearn for the cold embrace of my final love.
Once my heart was filled with passion,
Now my heart skips a beat,
As my last, true love draws closer.