"She’s in love with the man she always wanted to be"
the song goes, but the song doesn’t end.
The song never ends.

The thought completes later, with a word that is never said.
"…come." she whispers, hoping this completes the ritual
but finds no change
no transformation.

She is the same.
She is always the same.

The song remains the same
despite the change
and things go on
as normal.