You ought to come!

You ought to come. 
I waited and waited, 
till the golden fish got tired of swimming 
and slumped to the bottom of the pond; 
till the walls got tired 
of the chiming of the clock, 
and cracked; 
till the sun melted on the street, 
and sky turned pinkish gray with lava; 
till the cataclysm broke loose, 
and the world fell to pieces; 
till the face turned crimson 
and eyes moistened red; 
till there was a trail of the tears 
flowing into the sea of agony, 
that was beyond any one to stop- 
not even the angels. 
And then there was the deep blue silence , 
only to be broken by my sighs and sobs. 
You ought to come.