1:36 AM
Memories, remnants of a past better left forgotten.
The person you loved, dead,
but alive through someone else.
The one left, unreachable,
a shroud of pain has morphed his once kind self into something unrecognizable,
you quietly shed your tears of grief.
Can he still hear you?
Does he still listen to the sound of you voice beckoning him back to reality?
You lock your emotions away.
He leaves you
You remain the last remnant,
Living only to see a sliver of the possible sunrise,
Your eyes reflect the faint light through the rain.