he lies alone in bed, lost in a sea of solitude, wave after wave of emotion sweeps over him, as he waits. those lips he'll never kiss. the words he'll never hear. wishful thinking. self-deception. who is he kidding? the clock struck midnight. impulsively he grabs the white pills. and they are thrown into the abyss, never to see the light of day. lying in a foetal position, clutching his stomach. on bedsheets reeking of vomit. ..he never stirred. the birds sang a mournful requiem that morning.