Words All The Way Down

Nightly staring, filled with dread, she wonders.
Life, she pleads, there must be more than breathing.
Room illuminated silver, frigid
Linens bright and white without a wrinkle
Solace scarce in empty echoed sobbing.

But, morning always comes and with it hope.
Of chance encounters, into something more.
A smile. A coffee. Hours forgotten pass.
Befuddled thoughts on how it changed so fast
To dreaming quick until tomorrow comes.

Dreadful nights are hers to bear no longer.
Tears on cheeks are transformed sweet from salty.
Light, then cold, becomes a halo proper.
Sheets with shadows being cast upon them.
Bending down and whispers close, I love you.

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Author’s note: I was halfway done with the poem and noticed the iambs were the wrong way around in the first stanza, therefore it as an artistic choice. This is supposed to be in iambic pentameter.