Pain Of The Day

Invisible to the world, 

you come 

in the wee hour.

Staunching the blood 

from my wound, 

you move your finger 

through my hair.

Bussing my lips, 

you whisper, 

''Sorry, OH! My significant other, 

I am not with you every time, 

my prescribed time 

restricts me 

to extend nearness.''

Dropping tears, 

I embosom you 

to alleviate 

the pain of the day. 

As Birds chirp 

And 

sun azures the village, 

you tender 

your last emotion 

to whisper adieu.