In a mad fit,
the night (still in
its evening gown)
knifed the skies
and sent
dark colors
bleeding deep into
the late hours.
I know.
I was there.
There,
there I stood, and watched.
I stared,
I let it happen.
Because I wanted
to see Her.
At last, the shadows
fell from the trees’
shoulders,
The air got colder
prickled my neck…
And she appeared
as she always does.
Always pale.
And I pretend,
always,
that she
comes every night
to see me.
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