6:15pm

She kissed his pillow,
it's been five days since he had last laid there;
and still his scent is fresh.

She can hear knocking on her door,
the neighbors are talking on the other side of the walls;
and yet she still lays there wrapped in her blankets.

Her phone used to ring constantly till it vibrated its way of the bed.
Two weeks has went by and her family began to get more worried.
The apartment manager knocks and opens the door.

He walked into the smell of rotten food,
mail, pictures, and clothes sprawled on the floor.
He got to the living room,
her bedroom door was wide open.

She had tears staining her cheeks,
fingers and toes cold,
the window was open and birds lounged on the window sill.

He approached her quietly,
she look as is she hadn't moved from her bed.
As he looked at her all he could see was beauty.

He fell in love with this girl who was wearing a mens jacket.
He looked around and noticed it was nothing but mens clothes on the floor,
photos of a man everywhere.
On her dresser was a note.

He husband recently passed away.
As she laided there, he waited.
Waiting for her to wake up, and join the world that stole her husband away.

And maybe, just maybe;
he can help her.