The night was young,
and so was I,
the sun had set,
the moon hung high.

As the mist of night
creeped over all,
it seeped through the cracks
of my soul's stone wall.

The wind blew a chorus
of haunting cries,
and I felt the wet chill
of tears from my eyes.

The bare grass softly brushed
my bare hands and feet,
and over and over,
my thoughts would repeat.

Looking up, I saw your eyes,
burning brilliant and bright,
light shimmering jewels
in the air of the night.

I closed my eyes,
and heard ghostly chimes,
of our laughs, now gone,
to the depths of lost time.

I couldn't escape;
the night shut me in.
To the torture chamber of memories
that never would end.

I sat there, unhearing,
silent- shaking,
unaware of the choked
breaths I was taking...

(To be continued)