she stood in the silence,
the rain on her doorstep
a breath in the cool of the night.
she whispered quite slowly,
a question, an answer,
a nothing that happened just right
as I did what you did to me,
and all this just all for my life?
as I did what you did to me,
and all this just all for my life?
a small bit of golden
speckled on footsteps,
soothing through
woes and fright.
echoes of nightmares and dark evil things,
and love lost deep in goodnights.
