“Freeze.” Its face, terrible.

In the icy night,

A shadow lurks in the mist. Confusion and trepidation fill the air,

An ominous glow surrounds the wood. As mothers scream, and children wail,

A chill, an omen, a silent hiss. As men fall one after the other.

The air is heavy, And the night went silent.

Each breath drawn hard.

Each footstep, careful; The night was dark, and full of terrors.

Each soul, on guard. The walls of each home trembled

And the time, though fleeting, Each drape, stained with scarlet.

Seemed to prolong. Each flower, withered.

Each candle, extinguished.

The terror creeps,

As the fates chant an eerie song. The terror had vanished,

The terror slithers, And so had the life from each soul.

As every knee trembles. The moon glared at the scene below,

The terror crawls, And the wind hummed a mournful melody.

As every fist clenches.

From its slumber, Death was their dénouement,

It awoke. A potpourri of demise.

“It’s here.”

Eyes are shut, breaths are held,

As the terror unfolds its ragged cloak.

Its eyes seep with malice,

Its mouth keen to consume.

Its screech is vile,

Whatever happened to you?
Whatever happened to the nights,
where words seemed to endlessly stream out of
our mouths?
Whatever happened to spontaneity,
To good nights and good mornings?
Whatever happened to wishing each other well,
To patting one another on the back,
Saying everything will be okay?
Was I dreaming;
Dreaming how you walked into my life,
And melted all my blues away?
Dreaming how in the future,
we could share a bottle of vintage cognac, in
the streets of Paris?
Or even, eat out with you,
in a fine gourmet restaurant?
Was it too far-fetched?
Maybe.
Was I living in an illusion this whole time;
Thinking you could finally be my escape;
My lifeboat, my safe haven?
Was I blind; deaf?
Did I not see the little stains your words came
with?
Did I not hear the obvious lies you told me?
Was I a poor judge of authenticity?
Was I stupid?
Stupid to feel special?
Stupid to get attached?
Stupid to miss you?
Stupid to even have you in my thoughts?
Maybe I was.
Maybe I was too stupid;
Stupid to see that your words meant nothing;
Stupid to even give you a sobriquet out of
fondness;
Stupid not to realize that you were just bored,
And that I was your plaything,
An option, a pastime;
Stupid to see that you didn’t even care,
And too stupid to even care too much.
Damn, I just couldn’t resist you,
And maybe for that I was stupid too.
Should this be my goodbye?
Should this be the last time I ever wrote about
you?
Should this be the last time I’d ever replay your
voice in my head?
Have we finally come to the denouement of our
story?
No closure? No problem.
‘til we cross paths again,
Au revoir.
Ciao, bubs.