I can hear the ticking Severus, after all, it is for me time is ticking. I count the seconds, the minutes until they form an hour, or a day.

You have not come to visit me yet, I can feel you thru the door. I hold in my hands the hourglass that she gave me, I turn and turn it, and yet, it neither gives nor takes time from my ending bowl of eternity.

She came to visit me today; it's more than I can say about you. She gave me the letter you forgot to post. I have not read it; I don't need to, since it is from me. Do you want to know what it says? Well you just have to come thru that door, that swinging cat hole.

You think I don't know what you are thinking? But I know you, I was born with you and I will die with you. You know me.

You see, the door swings both ways, like a flirtation at a shady bar. And like that, I can be your lady of the night. You will forever wake up in my comforting arms, like light in shadow.

The white dress was never meant for you. Your color is black; don't try to paint it otherwise! And she, was never meant for you. I am, doesn't your scars remind you?

I like your tears, they comfort me.

I observed you at the hospital today; I came very close to you, almost entirely thru the door. I didn't sneak all the way thru the swinging barrier, you weren't ready to face me yet, I know that! But I long to met you face to face to steal your breath away and make you part of me.

By the way, your grandmother sends her best.