The days pass by,
I stare out the window,
Rain drizzles down,
Staining the glass,
Milky white streaks.

The weeks pass by,
I curl in a ball,
Hugging myself,
Like you used to,
My muscles ache.

The months pass by,
No words do I utter,
Whisper to myself,
In my own world,
Emotions hidden.

The years pass by,
I lay still and cold,
My love's emaciated,
No sound of breath,
Only lose of life.

By Siobhan
Date: 24/March/2004