As the days passed on he fell away with them and I watched him unravel with the clocks ticking hands. Withered away in autumn he lay still, afraid to move and draw attention to his pain. I whispered to the universe that encompassed my voice, 'step aside oh grief and leave his heart. Let him sigh in rest and cry in way of comfort.' Relieved is the man who prays in private, blessed is he who seeks happiness for his soul.