Snow's Coming, And That's Not All

Do you know what memory is? Memory is the lover that lets you go. She knows the thing is over; it's run its course, and the two of you just aren't meant to be. There were good times, there were bad times, plenty of whiskey under the bridge. And she stands on the platform, in a long gray skirt and a ridiculous hat and professional boots, and she waves to you. The promise is there that she'll be waiting for your return, but that's a lie and you both know it.

The funny bit is that time goes on....