No one is here in this room
Alone she bears the weight of sorrow
Walls faded, cracked
Wallpaper yellows in dim sunlight
One gnarled hand rests upon the covers
Bones jutting under skin like bundles of twigs
Eyes fixed toward heaven
Where he waits patiently
Stained tweed jacket dresses a broken chair
Just as he left it
She talks to the passing sparrows
Calling them by his name
Silently she shouts to the shining stars
Begs them to bring him back
But stars are fickle friends
Someday he will come for her
Free her from this prison of sadness and death
Until then, she waits
Where It All Went Horribly Right 