Nightly staring, filled with dread, she wonders.Life, she pleads, there must be more than breathing.Room illuminated silver, frigidLinens bright and white without a wrinkleSolace 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 fastTo Continue reading