no tears
holding her
through the silent
lonely night hours
comforting her fears and
quelling the tremble that takes
over her hands, visual of
panic overcoming her mind which
would usually be much more stable.

"I'm sorry," she whispers to her true love
whose arms never abandon her in
her moments of need when attacked
by her tired mind and heart
anxiety and fear
overwhelming her
she's silently
dawn with