There he was,
That night, he glimpsed upon the stars.
His cold breath touched the sweet sorrow glass
His chair rocked, each time he whispered her name
A star twinkled and the clock kept ticking
His eyes caught a note, which he had rumbled upon at first
Crushed, torn and broken it was
His heart and the note.
Time just kept ticking by.
Days, months, years
Still, that chair kept rocking back and forth.
Back and forth
If only he knew then
How much she meant
As his old wrinkled hand, swept away each tear
He knew, the time was near
Knives in his heart and love in his body
The note was his only
He could see his reflection, in that glass
Broken in tiny pieces, it was
That was full of great misery
He shivered. Just a little
Wrapped around in a baby blanket
Still rocked in his cradle
He wrapped his fingers around that crumpled, twisted note
Not letting a single second go by
Held it so tight, closed his wrinkled eyes
And whispered to himself
A cold blue wind passed by
Sweeping up his tears
But that somehow, didn’t change anything.
He howled in pain, the echo whispered back to him every time
Staring blankly at that one twinkle
There he was
Old and alone.
The clock rewinded
A few days, months, years
He opened his eyes, gasped once or twice
Remembered a few things from last night
His eyes caught a note
Hiss heart fled with tears
There and then it grew, a sudden fear
His feet leaped towards the doorstep
There he stood
Howling in pain, the echo whispered back to him every time
He shivered, just a little, of the cold rusty ache
He closed his teary eyes
She came back. She was happy.
But it was all gone within a blink of an eye.
His knees felt so weak
His heart ached so heavily
His eyes bled so much
He collapsed to the ground
Wishing he had appreciated her.
There he was
By the doorstep
With the note crumpled in his fingers