Clementine

After refusing to play music for months, my ipod alarm clock just started playing this somber number this morning when I was in my bedroom:

They're waking you up to close the bar
The street's wet you can tell by the sound of the cars
The bartender's singing clementine
While he's turning around the open sign

Dreadful sorry clementine, though you're still her man
It seems a long time gone
Maybe the whole thing's wrong
What if she thinks so but just didn't say so?

You drank yourself into slo-mo
Made an angel in the snow
Anything to pass the time
And keep that song out of your mind

Oh, my darling
Oh, my darling
Oh, my darling clementine
Dreadful sorry clementine
Dreadful sorry clementine

See what I mean about the sad music coming through actual music players? Sheesh. I'm going to attempt to put a little bit of a positive spin on this by sharing this quote from one of my new favorite shows on Netflix, Call the Midwife:

Loss is made endurable by love, and it is love that will echo through all eternity.

How's that for profound? How's that for a reminder that even though it can hurt like hell, nothing, but nothing in this world can compare to truly loving someone with your whole heart. EVEN if you end up like poor Clementine...