David J Glover

THE TIME WILL COME.

You will know it is time, when:

There is nothing left but to inhale quickly as the shotgun empties. and

That most treasured possession, no longer loves you back. and

The only one you love just turns and walks away from you. and

The footlights dim and show the tear’s swell in your eyes. and

The gentle lull of screaming sorrow drowns the coo of mating  birds. and

The cat does not come home again. and

She rebukes your love. and 

Sad song lyrics mean so much. and

light and dark turn into grey. and 

Sound is pain. and  Silence death. and

No one comes to save you. and

Your mind is too, too heavy.

Then, and only then, is it time.