To An Eleanor Rigby
I posted this follow-up comment yesterday to the person who becomes an 'Eleanor Rigby' after a failed relationship. These verses suggest she needs to stand back and see what's happened and move on with her life.
When love was new, time was short
Lovers roamed through the heather on the hill
The morrows held promises and prospects
Softly they glowed like the morning sunrise
Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi*
She said
It always has been and will always be
When love is short, forgetting is long
Withered petals locked inside the tearful heart
The morrows are empty yesterdays
Morning dews blink of December but never May
Parce que c'était lui, parce que c'était moi*
She says
It always has been and will always be
*Because it was him, because it was me