The mist settles as i sit at night and recall.
Memories
Flickers of light like a tv in a thunderstorm.
I clutch my chest.
I curl up into a ball.
Pain racks my body
like a storm on a tin roof
I will summon his ghost tonight.
The pain makes his memory brighter.
So i let the blood pool.
Maybe its to punishing myself
I'm not sure
Its a mockery of the original.
But its all i have so i cling to it
While i sleep safe in the past.