The Ghostly Woman

The sky so dark the night still young
She wont believe what has been done
She searches for her once true love
She does not realize he will not come
People gasp at her sight
Her ghostly figure plain as night
The year was nineteen eighty-five
The night that took both their lives
She sits and waits for his return
She still thinks its April third
He still wont come he never does
But she still waits for her true love