A smile fades, broken, scared

Joyful eyes are closing no hope of opening again

Breaths are hitched, caught in the back of a sore and swollen throat

Hands rest by the side, loose and no longer moving

Running feet now still, in the air

Rosy cheeks now pale, dark in the royalty of purple

Pencil next to paper, cold from lack of use

Paper crumpled around the splintering wood unable to hold the correct words

An ocean of crimson rubies cover the toppled chair

Skin pale holding no color or sign of memories

Croaking stairs as feet climb to the top

A soft breeze by the open window

Creaking of a hinge only to be followed by a loud crack

Stiffness hung in the air, unable to move

A name called 1...2....3

A hand reaching out to hold what they cannot touch

Mind racing yet no movement is made

Like floodgates during a violent storm of rage eyes open

The creaking comes to a stop

Wind stops howling soft violent tunes

The mind still, lurking and waiting

Eyes widen as they move, a burnt wooden desk still pungent yet soothing

The chair still in its place, standing near the door

Hands grip the soft, soothing texture

A sigh, a breath, a welcoming, musical sound to the ear

A smile plays on the red lips

"Only a dream." It speaks "Only a memory."