Love Language
Photo Credit: Sincerely Media on Unsplash Read to me my darling, share what could only be yours. A more intimate moment, I know not, than when you spoke, and I listened, and the words sipped through your lips, soaked into my soul.
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The Spectre
Photo Credit: Stefano Pollio | Unsplash There is a spirit that wanders my hallway at night. Awake and restless, she cannot find peace, or respite. Soulful and sad, she seeks what is out of reach. Her loneliness enveloped in silence; devoid of solace, devoid of speech. Yet she walks my halls, and she unsettles me She means no harm, she is just lonely. Oh, how she would like to rest her weary head, Close her tired eyes, and dream instead. The street lights illume her steps and her tired frame, A spectre of her own making, a haunting of her own domain. The life drained from her by someone she once knew, A love unrequited, a heart cast askew. She is an accretion of her unsavoury past, Effects of many a shadows that were cast-- "All good things must come to an end; Beware! There are tears beyond every happy bend." Her demons walk alongside her--whispering her every sin. A constant reminder of failings, in the quiet din. The darkness that makes her, every night, manifest Keeps h