"Turn your back”
As the cold winter breeze hugs him from behind,
I can see the coldness of that deep black orbs of his.
It’s the 20th of September,
An unforgettable day for the both of us.
This place,
the overlooking view of the city.
The glimmering lights from afar,
And the magic of the night.
Everything seems to be perfect,
Too perfect.
In the middle of the eerie silence,
I can hear his broken voice and his hopeless sobs.
I can’t help but to caress his back,
And whisper comforting words in his ear.
But he remained still,
As frozen as the coldest winter.
The moment that the clock strike twelve,
I remembered something.
September 21st exactly 12 am,
A Girl was found dead in here.
I died in the middle of the cold night,
Waiting for him.
