Her cries

In the morn, still in bed, she cried. She cried out in pain, in anguish, in defeat. "It will never end! Not till the day i die!" "He will keep in my mind, in my heart, till my end i meet. Then will peace come for my weary soul?" He left her stuck in a dream, stuck in time. Left with what if's, and could have beens, a shattered heart she now tends.