Her Last Day

The room was dark and black and blue.
I bought a copy of the Times for you. 
There was moer in that room than you and I. 
Three hours later I read what you had in mind. 
I can't take it. 
I can't explain it. 
I never thought of it before. 
Today is my last day, my last miserable day. 
I wish there was something more. 
Your combative plans for an unguessed end, a circumstance you were sure we wouldn't forget. 
Am i being illogical?
I know hopelessness, lonliness, say it isn't so.