A/N: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I suck so hard. I just walked right into a writing wall and have had such trouble getting this done. And the genre didn't really help. But, again, SO sorry! I hope some of you are left…

You will notice that this chapter is pretty different from the others and that's because of the genre. I realize that it's super short and that there's not much plot. But it's rather a feeling I'm trying to convey. Let's hope I'm successful…

Please enjoy!

Genre: Poetry

Author: SussiRay


Make A Choice

Hotch

The room is dark just like his eyes.

He sits, he sighs, his lips drawn tight

And all the thoughts swirl through his mind.

How he gave up without a fight.

...

An empty glass, to fill the void.

A magazine he does not read.

An empty bed, the sheets are cold.

Not what he wants. But what he needs?

...

His time has come, to make a choice

He knows he wants to trust in her.

She left him cold, she ran away.

Can they go back to where they were?


Emily

Her mind's a mess just like her heart.

The wounds run deep. How can they heal?

She doesn't know just what to do.

She doesn't know what she should feel.

...

A look across an empty room

With tired eyes and weary mind

A shadow moves behind closed doors.

If she steps close, what will she find?

...

Her time has come, to make a choice.

She knows she doesn't want to run.

Will she regret a leap of faith?

Can she take back, what she has done?


A/N: Thanks so much for reading! Again I am SO sorry for the extremely lengthy wait. I promise that the next chapter I write won't take as long to finish.