Forever it seemed, many hours a day,
she waited alone with no words to say.
Her husband had told her, time and again,
to question or talk was an insult to him.
For years and years, as time went right bye,
she never considered to just say goodbye.

Her friend, her best friend in fact,
spent many quiet years in fear of how she'd react.
What was it he yearned to say? Was silence the only way?

Overwhelmed and drowning in a sea of despair,
the years that she lost became too much to bear.
Afraid and alone, yet once again,
her shroud of apathy begins to cave in
as tears pierce through her lonesome veil,
the pillow muffled her explosive wail.

For several minutes, hours it seemed,
she cried, she whimpered and screamed,
but in a moment she shuttered in fear,
a knock on the door was quite plain to hear.
She struggled to wipe the tears from her eyes
as she stumbles to the door while repairing her guise,
she opens the door and to her surprise,
she finds herself the passenger as her best friend drives
and they live happily for the rest of their lives.