the phone doesn't ring anymore; not for me.

her smile has faded, and there is no "we".

suffering through the mundane day.

keeping the awful nightmares at bay.

i have justified curiosity,

and the violins begin to play.

self-absorbed pity and darkness dwells.

as i ride the storm within the swells.

her hat lay tattered on the dusty floor.

now the memories begin to flood and pour.

alone but conscious i begin to cry.

at what point did all the hope die?