The Lady's Dowry

Here is the boy,
Here is the boy that you once knew.
He came back for a while,
Maybe just to make you smile.
There's a cold house that's abandoned,
In it stands the lady's dowry.
Tables, chairs, a vanity she used to perch on,
Now it's gone, but I still listen
From the hallway to her ghost
Echoing inside the bedroom;
I can't see, her perfume lingers.
I can almost see her hair brushed
Down gently, but it is only in my mind,
The house is lost,
The boy is drifting away again.
She won't replicate that place
And he can't find the key inside his pocket.
The childhood love that ran away
Is gone to banks of dank brown waters,
Small waves attached to stories
Of pallid people far below the surface
Speakers wishing you would wish them well.
Here is the boy,
Here is the boy that you once knew.
He comes calling for her tonight,
But she'll not answer;
You'll not answer me this time,
That house is broken,
All the same,
Her dowry; her heart is broken with it...
And he won't build another.