She saw the signboard,
she saw the building,
shining in the murky night,
hidden upon the wild trees,
she knew so well that it was his place,
yet,
she could do nothing,
stamping hard on her chest,
trying soothing the unwanted pain,
while singing slowly within herself,
hoping the tormenting moment,
would just fade,
just like the moon faded,
as the sun rose at dawn.
Good MOURNING,
Sweetheart.