An empty room. Though the residue of what once was is still here. My heart and soul use to write and play songs of your love oh so beautifully and fluently, but now.... Now it's becoming harder. The notes are turning into pitches, the choir is turning into a solo, and the harmony is turning into just a simple melody. You've neglected me. You use to keep me on my feet, giving me another song to sing, another dance to dance, another poem to write. But now... Now the piano in my heart lays still, the pain you've cause shattered the keys. The bold murals have washed away with my tears and the gold that symbolized our rich love has now rusted. Our arguments have burned down the library of our love. Malik, what have we done? Come back to me and let us restore our castle of love which we made with the intertwining of our spirits. Let us conceive an angel that will heal and bring unity to our hearts. You promised to be a great husband and father one day. Please keep your word. Let thine own voice be heard. Do not treat me as if I am your slave or maid, but as your future wife, your equal. Do not make this heartache and pain a living sequel. Do not make me regret the neglect I imposed on what I wanted for my future. Giving up owning my own pediatric practice to be a traveling military wife, mom, and physician. Malik, please let us make this right. Don't just stay for one night.