I held your hand and shared in your fears; Sat long in the night, now I’m jaded by years. We two are but drifters, two ships passing by; engulfed in our tragic Shakespearean plight. At one time it was laughter, that roared through these walls; now suppressed sounds of mobiles echo some ****** tone. I lie down beside you, wishing daylight was here; alone in my grief, for the one I hold dear. Salt stains the pillows, as tears leak from my cheek, and I feel like wailing: though I make not a sound.