Does it even matter,
That the glass shatters,

I don't think so,
But I can't hear it though,

All my senses are blocked out,
Every feeding, on a drought,

You were gone so long,
I was so frightened by the bell, unfamiliar "ding ding",

Came and saw me down,
In a familiar season of brown,

Eyes were droopy,
You kept watching, loopy,

In white, where I couldn't see,
Like, beautiful diamonds, clean,

Had to stay high to see you again,
To see you, locked in the lonely den,

Stayed high for your glimmer,
You made my life all a shimmer.