Alone in a sea of remembrance.
The clock just screamed 2:00 am.
The shadows and city are waiting
for her lips to whisper his name
Long gone, but hardly forgotten.
His essence still in a box.
That box she sealed with her tears
and promised to keep in a drawer.
March and its younger sister.
Five and its brother, Twelve.
Trapped at the end of that winter,
her once young heart remains.
Sadness has an anthem;
its chorus rhymes with him
In the land of broken souls
where the hopeless go and sing.