here we are

together in this darkness

enveloped in the 

deepest shade of black

connected through this misery

lingering in the air



the burden of goodbye

a heavy ringing in my ear

it's a silent reminder

an afterthought of sorts



bad dreams, hollow sleep

of dark rooms, empty homes

and things without names

memories of murder

the shades that fell



i wouldn't prefer to answer

the question

the last quiet cord to be

severed

nothing to take with you

nothing left for you to keep



the music is over, there's no-one here

it's snowing heavily

i can't even see my breath escaping

never to return



"I lingered around them, 

under that benign sky;

watched the moths fluttering

among the heath of harebells

listened the soft wind

breathing though the grass;

and wondered how anyone

could ever imagine unquiet slumbers

for the sleepers in the quiet earth."

[Emily Bronte (1818-1848)]