I twiddled my thumbs,
Occasionally scratched my wrist,
I tapped my foot,
Longing to be kissed.
This world I live in,
is a place of darkness,
as I long to be embraced,
this is one challenge I have to face.
I watch the people on Valentines day,
acting as if everything is okay,
as I sit at a table for two
and my feet under the table sway.
I wrap my arms around,
enclosing myself from the world,
remembered when I was in my room last night,
and I sat there curled.
The tears ran down my face,
as my waitress brought my Valentines dinner for two,
and I stared at the empty chair across from me,
and no one had a clue.
This marks the day,
from last year,
February fourteenth,
when my husband thought it was alright,
to have one beer.
He got in the car,
and began to drive,
when the car in front of him collided,
and the news I heard felt like a knives.
I rushed to the ER,
and crowded my dying husband,
as his life flashed before his eyes,
and his will to live toughened.
The previous argument that had happened,
only hours before the incident
replayed in my head,
of course this was no coincidence.
The words replayed in my head,
"I wish we never married,"
as my husband lay there,
and his death was hurried.
My final words,
would never change,
as I was left with my thoughts
I wish I could have the time to arrange,
Different words in my head spoke,
as my vision clouded with smoke.
What was left of his life,
was everything I held,
and here I dwelled.
His heart beat was all I heard,
and his internal organs bled,
The nurses rush in,
My once husband,
is now dead.
