I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul once but I held back. I needed to know for sure if it was me you really needed.
I have been watching silently in your candlelit room; flames flickering atop a damp worn out dresser. Pen and paper in hand you sit and try to compose a letter. You've played the scene out in your mind for a while. Moonlight casting a play of shadows with your white wispy curtains as the cold wind breathes through your bedroom window.
You hear time piercing the dead silence around you. Disturbing the calm in your head on every tick. "Tick, tick, tick. tick." Oh how you wish it would stop!
Your lovely face is pale and sullen. Eyes dried out from all the tears you've remembered crying. Your body shriveled to skin and bones but your hair is still long and silky, shining in the moonlight.
Tonight is the night that you have waited for. The perfect time to say your goodbye. You pick up the pen to begin writing. You are writing to me and I am deeply touched. You said you can't wait to be with me. That you miss me and have longed to be with me since that night when I kissed your lips and whispered to your soul.
You have seen hell on earth and now it's time to see heaven with me.
So for one last time I obliged to kiss your lips and whisper to your soul again. This time I did not hold back. I took your soul in exchange for what no mortal man can give, death in exchange for the life you lived.
Only wisps of smoke float from the snuffed candle light remain. Somehow the tick tock of the second hand has forgotten to tick and a certain rhythm permeates the eerie silence.
I see your beautiful hair shining in the moonlight, you are dangling with the curtain wrapped around your neck. Swaying gracefully as the cold wind blows through. Playing and dancing with the shadows.