haunted December

Oh my muse, I miss you so.

You never knew what you were to me, I never saw it either.

Who were we then?

Fragments of real people, eclipsed by our own shadows, an abyss forever staring back, wondering where everyone went.

When did we become lights seeping through the dark, seeking to destroy all that is beautiful?

This cold weather makes me reminisce, a quiet longing for a moment, the way things used to be.

I'm still shaky with how things are now, and it's been 8 years.

As I reached out to touch you for the last time, purposely with my left arm, the ache was so strong, I had to walk away.

And I kept walking.

Unsure where I was going but I knew I had to go back. Even then, on the brink of reality, I knew the crash couldn't last.

I've always been envious of the sociopaths.