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The moon was crescent
and the stars, crystalline.
The trees were silent
and the skies were empty
save for those shining stars
that twinkled light into my eyes.
The air was crisp and cool,
my breath hanging in the air;
I looked up at the milky way
and found myself transfixed.
It froze me
and I was reminded of you
and your silken hair
that fell jet black
down your olive back
as you stood in front of me
figure reflected
in a bedroom mirror
meeting your dittoed eye:
it froze me.
And I was reminded again
of an april night the year before
when I stepped onto a tile floor
to find your head against the door
your eyes glassy and emptied of life
if there ever was life in those evil eyes.
Were they evil? I suppose not.
Madness? Sadness? I don’t know.
But your mind was crooked
and our paths were twisted
and our hearts weren’t meant for
this.
My love, forever
for you, forgot.
