So alone I sit with the remains of tears stained on my face, and still he has not yet returned. So alone I sit and alone I will stay, until he has returned from the darkness of the night.
As I sit alone in the dark waiting for him, I think of the once remembered sunlight that took him away into the ashes of eternity.
The wanting, the needing, the longing for his lips parted on mine. How can this ever end? Only until the dawn awakes a new day, and the night hides only to take me with it.
Can or will my love for him ever die, or will I die loving him and oly him? I look around and I see the eyes of the night watching me, and hear the voices of the night calling, beconing me to slip away with them forever.
--M.Mendes