He would enter the room
and find her lying,
motionless,
on the bed
Her eyes closed,
like a book,
not touched by the reader
for days,
lips pursed,
effortlessly...
A chest cresting and troughing*
like a wave,
troubled by wind**.
He wishes to see those eyes,
looking at him,
and listen those lips,
calling him,
but none happens.
no matter how much he wishes.
And he knows ,
All he could do
is to wish.
~By Ym
*indicating the trough and crest of a wave as labeled in Physics
**as it is said that movement of the waves depends on wind strength