The Calendar

He looked at the calendar,
Valentine's Day was fast approaching.
However, this time he was alone.
His timeless eyes glanced down to a fading picture,
Of his one and only love.
He missed her every day and night.

He could not handle it tonight,
He no longer wanted to stare at the calendar.
With his every thought drifting to his love.
Valentine's day was approaching,
His soft eyes drifted to the picture.
The picture reminded him of a happier time.

He desperately wanted to go back to the to that time.
The day before that awful night.
The smile on her face in the picture,
Made him dread the slow turn of the calendar.
The tears began again.
No time passed could stanch his love.

He hated the feeling of being without his love,
The felling of being alone,
Was approaching,
It's end. Later tonight
He would stop the slow turning of the calendar.
He would be going to the girl in the picture.

The one object that haunted him, the picture.
Those eyes full of trust and love.
The days no longer were worth the passage of the calendar.
He could not be alone.
Anymore. This night,
The hour of his death was approaching.

The old mad started approaching,
The point of no return. As a comforting picture,
Of no more lonely nights,
Entertained his mind. Her love
Had made him feel young and never alone.
He crossed out the end of another day on the dreadful calendar.

The end was no longer approaching. He was no longer separated from
his love.
As the picture of a happy family opened up to him as the feeling of
being alone drifted off.
He was glad the nightmare was over and they had many days left on the
ceaseless calendar.