Poem-a-Day, Entry 337--

Spoken, never to.

Broke into the world at 3am,

           faded starlight in her glare,

   never looking away from the dusted hourglass

         that hasn't turned in years,

             she wanders ever

     through the empty vessels,

            seething in her kindness

   that can never be repaid.

          Once,

            twice.

         Once.

      She knocks at the door,

            expecting no answer,

  and begging no payment

       for her services.

        Goodnight,

             my dear.

       I miss you.