A lonely and regretful man sat on the hood of his car one crisp December night,
The only warmth he received was from the rumbling engine that worked beneath him.
His vehicle was in the middle of nowhere,
Just off a dirt road that was far from any kind of civilization.
However, this small pull off meant more to the man than any kind of payment in the world,
For it held his heart,
His heart which had been so treacherously torn out of his chest,
Beating and pulsating as he stared at it being taken away from him,
The only place in which he could feel alive again,
In which he could feel blood pumping throughout his body was at this place,
Where he only visited once a year, every year, on the same day,
Years from that day.

This same spot, exactly eight years before, he had met one beautiful creature,
Who had introduced him to a world of many wonders,
A world that the man had never believed to be real,
This being of beauty loved the man, or so he thought,
So he entrusted this magnificent beast with his heart and all his love,
And for a time,
She kept it and guarded it with every fiber in her body,
But as time goes on, as it always does, the two grew farther and farther apart,
And one night they met at this one spot they had fatefully met at,
And she stole the heart of the man, and kept it there.
She promised the man that one day,
She would return and give the heart back to the man,
But until that day he would need to wait.
And so, he waited, and returned every year,
On the same day they had met,
Years from that day.

Now, with him feeling a great relief to be there and feel alive once more,
He couldn’t help but wonder if the Siren would return one day,
Out of the ocean of dying grass,
And choose to not harm him anymore,
And return what is needed for him to continue living.

Every crackle causes him to perk his ears,
Every small movement made him look that direction,
It was like this every time he arrived,
And he would be so paranoid until about three in the morning,
Which was the time he left the night he first arrived,
He continued to sit, time ticking on,
And he began to become more and more concerned,
Believing that this mythical creature would not return,
He looked at his watch, and the time to leave was almost near,
But soon five minutes went past the three on the clock, and he said to himself,
Perhaps I should wait longer? After all, it has been years since that day.