Where are you hiding?
Come out from your shell
I've been ringing the bell, but you refuse to open your door politely,
Finally you answer my call..
I've been waiting half an hour, outside your window,
I didn't have anywhere else to go, so let me in!

The hour of pain, sorrow, regret,
Picturing his face over and again.

The hour of wishes,
Wishing things could have ended differently.

The hour of tears,
Crying over the pictures that once held happy memories, now only cause pain.

The hour of trials,
Deciding if the pain is strong enough to win.

The hour of need,
Body aching to be next to his once more.

Midnight,
The hour of the broken hearted…

And what of this hour, dark and beautiful
In her insistence.
She visits in the nights of sleepless lull,
Object of insolence!
She questions this very earth, ***** and dull
And devoid of sense.
Her words are as sweet as pain ever gets:
“End it all, die and cry the tears life forgets”