She Stopped Living

The secondhand ticked fifty-five...

She stopped living a second ago.

The world crashed down on her trembling figure

As she hugged herself and tried to hold

The disobedient tears about to roll

And nobody heard her whispered "no..."

He couldn't be gone like they had told her so

The secondhand ticked fifty-six...

She stopped living a second ago.

She remembered the taste of their coffee

She remembered the warmth from his hold

His smile was etched in her unforgettable memory

It wasn't that easy just to let go.

The secondhand ticked fifty-seven...

She stopped living a second ago.

Perhaps it was just as well

He couldn't be happy just alone

Lying there by himself

When she knew he wouldn't know

All the happiness they could create, all the laughter they could share

Perhaps it was just as well

To leave her by her own

The secondhand ticked fifty-eight...

She stopped living a second ago.

The cold ugly box was filled with flowers

"My favorites," he had told her so.

It reminded her of proposals, chapels and vows

Which he promised but will never fulfill

She watched him lowered in the ground

And promised him a last rose

The secondhand ticked fifty-nine...

She stopped living a second ago.

She raised her face towards the heavens

And prayed to her Father that she's forgiven

To seek her end when it's not yet given

To be a coward and not be driven

For there is no joy living in sadness

Even an afterlife without her dearest

She took a leap

And smiled.

The secondhand ticked to sixty...

She stopped living.