"oh clarke," i whispered

shaking hands covering my face

unable to hide the endless streaming tears

"will you ever come back to me?"

the tears i've shed these days

i can no more count

all i can do is weep for you

as if my tears could bring you back

i tried to stop, oh i really did

these futile tears that only bring grief

but every time i picture you without me

they all pour down so instantly

the end to this crying

can only be two:

will it be of joy for your awakening

or pain that signifies of losing you

another tear fell after that last thought

traveling from my cheeks into trembling hands

and before another could fall, i wished:

"please let the next one be of happiness."

but not all wishes come true.