The clock stops ticking.

I stand here.

Listening...

For what?

Nothing.

My black suit

Covers my exhausted body,

The color describing the event just before my return.

I cannot hear you, though I can feel your presence,

Though I know your existence is well beyond my reach.

Where have you gone?

Answer me, I'm breaking beyond my wildest expectations.

Believe me...aren't you thankful?

That I've witnessed your departure? That I cared for where

you disappeared into mid-light?

Did you see me?

Erect upon the grass, not lying adjacent to you?

Did you wish for my warmth to bring life to your flesh?

The life I would have given you, was what you desired of

me?

How can the darkness commingle with the light.

I do not, and will never exist as you did.

My jar of life is filled with filth from my garden.

The clock stopped ticking this very hour.

Make it tick once more.

I wanted you, I needed you. Your light is gone.

The clock stops ticking.

I stand here.

I listen.