Her today,

it is the song you sing

when the times get rough,

the call you make

when the nights become lonely,

Her today,

laying on satin sheets

in a crumbled down room

and as old as time

wall paper peeling in hard to reach corners,

Her today,

is the image in your mind,

silk black stockings

or American tan, like some

1950s desperate showgirl,

Her today

you have never left her behind,

she just sleeps in that thin space