she has nothing to lose in her life !

Today - not even that, for already it is tomorrow-
slides away like all the other days, and with time on her side
she would look back on this day without bitterness and without emotion.

    Time would heal and time would cure.
    But what if she didn't want to be cured ?
    What if she wanted the madness of her love
     to keep on lurching at her from dreams,
     to mock her from half-empty glasses,
     to leap at her unexpectedly at odd times ?

But even already time was at work, ticking him away,
ticking their love away, crushing the delicate thing that
once trembled between them. She hated this moment,
yet she loved it because in it she still loved him.