In a dull glow.
Shadows move slowly along the floor
Traipsing their anger behind them.
I can't quite make out the note you left,
It's stained with teardrops and smudged
With hurried fingertips.
Our love was child's play.
Finger painting on the wall grows tiresome.
Bodies decay, become unhinged.
We leave parts of ourselves along life's road
So our children will have something to follow.
The icy wind blows out the candle and the room goes dark.
Shadows run and hide.
I am alone again, praying for a miracle
That will never come.