The sunlight burned her little hand

So she closed the curtain

Her legs shook as she took a stand

She needed rest for certain

Turning to look at the empty bed

Knowing there was someone missing

Quietly vouching to make him dead

Recalling their late night kissing

Maybe she’ll cry

Maybe he’ll return

Maybe she’ll die

Maybe he’ll learn

Without the sun, it was dark in here

But the reflection couldn’t be clearer

There was a strident ringing in her ear

And she saw his face in the mirror