To Z ,

Dark bellied clouds have scudded across my brain and sky . Stars are hidden in a casket grey. The contrast of black and grey has left me speechless.

An eerie silence to contrast the merciless splattering rain.

Demons in my closet are joining me again.

The shadows on my wall are back to life.

My throat has gone dry.

My senses can sense the presence of unknown and known.

My hands are shaking from the cold,

But my legs are solid on the ground leaving no way to turn you down.

My mind is going blank

Erasing,rubbing, scrubbing the remains.

My ears are playing tricks on

ME cause I can hear YOU.

My nose can smell the musk and woods the smell that I was so used to muse.

The murky mystique of the night and you aee going to be buried with the betrayal of my eyes .

- Your secret Lover

P.S. I hate this cloudy, dark days. I wish you were here with me.