Playing the protagonist daily,
Motionless days,
Sitting up with spurned hands,
playing around the with a ring that holds
happiness and bitter pain,
looking out the shaded gray window,
An overcast,
hearing drops of sorrows on the window pane,
Reminds me of the day I found,
and lost you,
The joy of staring into your eyes,
The pain of letting go of your hand,
The love that I felt of your embrace,
The passion of your lips against mine,
The hate of our disagreements,
The guilty I felt when I tried to forget,
The sadness when you took everything ,
when you left without a trace,
Without another word,
Without you in this world,
Trying became an unknown option ,
They lingered,
They unravel,
They stay,
The memories,
Standing on darkness and grief,
Looking out,
Waiting,
Passing with days gone by,
It's not the same,
Nothing has changed,
It'll only change,
Only death do us part.