I watch for them.
The breathing from me was endless.
Looking through,
A small wave of wind in the cold woodland.
It wasn’t like this before.
Night as it was, was dark,
A black labyrinth of silence.
It reigned around the glow of the midnight moon.
I look through again.
They’re not here.
My breaths slowly descended into my head.
The pounding of my heart,
The feeling of terror,
Surging into the bloodshot veins.
Broken the bond of my psyche.
Trembles of heartache.
The dim clouds above,
A memento of their presence,
That I was once apart of.