“The fake smile. The dull ache in her heart. The shaking fingers and her trembling lips. The presence which is all but gone. Or is it? As the darkness descends every night, she closes her eyes to the world, expecting to see you in the abyss, hoping to savor your touch once more, craving to love you even more. She wakes up in the middle of the night, every night, expecting to find you next to her, expecting your even breathing to comfort her. But absent is her child, present is the clock. No wails no laughs only tick tock tick tock”
time takes it all. time is all it takes.