The wind is howling, like endless wolves lining on our sides as we flashes through.. Calling and guiding us home. We were infinity in a moment. 

In your arms nothing seem mortal, in your arms nothing seem wrong. I lost my head in that moment when everything fell on a kiss. I lost my head. 

You are splendid, magnificent and wonderful. I am a gargoyle wishing for a little essence of love. All the pain came rushing back.. How I wished I never have to go. I lost my head.

Pardon me, I have to curl up into a ball, pardon me for doing so. In my head I hear the voices, telling me not to destroy you. My love is cursed.

Tonight I bay like a wolf, and grieved like one. Requiem of dreams.   

All the birds have vanished into the trees. I came home too late, and there was nothing else to see. But instead of staying home I took a short trip down the aisle alone, holding on to no one, allowing defeat to scrutinize my miserable existence at this point. Allowing sorrow to make me feel more miserable. “At least, at least now I get to feel the way I ought to be feeling months ago..” I silently thought, I secretly thought. 

Out in the dark streets, I pulled my collar up so that it was touching my cheeks. All rosiness flowed away with the wind. I am cold, shivering and breaking.. Thinking of you, thinking of how I would never ever again be able to find you. And silently, as silently as the cold, cold wind was.. I scattered your ashes from my memory urn and left a trail behind me. Foolishly hoping it would one magical day bring you home. 

It has been years, years since I remember us. It has been eons, eons since I feel like a human. It was you, your complete absence that contributed to this poignant existence of me.. And it was the memories that forbids me to be happy. 

Concrete lane, and I recall your laughter again. Only on the beaten route that you used to walk home can I find your ghost. A complete imagination of you being next to me.. and I hope you are in bliss. Call me out one day, and tell me how happy you have been without me. 

The autumn wind calls and you were gone.. I pull up my collar and watches as the autumn leaves falls..

We shrunk and turned into kids. With premature baby cheeks and buck-teeth when we grin. Let’s go round and round, one way up is too slow and boring, adults are boring. Let’s go round and round, let’s throw up. Screams and laughter spinning round and round, a trial of footsteps sprouting and bending like a drop of wet paint dripped from the brush. Sandy steps, sandy steps.. Look at the mess we made of ourselves. Care not, we are kids. With premature baby cheeks and buck-teeth when we grin.