I am walking, alone through dusky sunset streets.

I remember the warmth of your smile, the joy of your laughter.

I remember your eyes, how they staved off the pain.

I remember your blood on my arms, his footsteps like thunder in my ears.

I stop in front of an empty house, silent, save for the wind whistling through broken windows, and the grass in the flower pots, waving in the wind.

I turn away, the tears in my eyes burn, but they do not fall. Why don't they fall?

I walk on, her memory roaring in my ears, a waterfall of grief, and remembered joy.

Her eyes were so dim. How could they be so dim, when they were once as stars, shining bright, a beacon, to guide me home, away from my tormenting night?

The sun, still shining, hides it's face, beneath sheets of stormy gray.

Why is it still shining?

I walk alone, numb. I thought, that if I stabbed myself though the heart right now, I wouldn't feel it, and I could just....go.

I keep walking, my eyes are dim, the sounds of the sunlit world mean little to me now.

I am trapped in a Twilight of grief. Of guilt. Of the terrible pain of a cold bed, and a silent house, where once there was joy and laughter, and an ear to whisper to, my melancholy, and to be able to watch her burn it away, like a candle to a grey air, and to feel her arms about me, a shield, against myself.

Now she's gone.

I'm....alone.

Goodbye.

The grey is all about me.

It's time to find an end.

It's time.