A love that was

She sits in the dark of her room
Wishing and praying
About the light in her gloom
Hoping and wondering
She hopes that her groom
Is working and paying
His way out of doom
Disturbed by the sound of the zoom
A car honking and revving
She hopes that her broom
Will save her from a beating
Maybe this time she's been good
Cooking and cleaning
Preparing nourishing food
Trying and trying
To get in his good books
Failing but trying
Recalling his good looks
Gone and faded
Maybe its the crooks
Of deception and denail
That brought them to the woods
Of destruction and desparation