Feelings

Another cigarette. Another coffee. I can't taste anything else. Candlelight. 3:32 A.M. The Darkness of the night had defeated me, again. Nightmares. Loneliness.

Another memory reminded me, again, that I have tears.
When was the last time when I feel that endearment that I'm longing for, nights, now?

I can't even remember your smile. All I see is... eyes filled with anger. Poisoned words that are hunting me like a pack of wolfs into a freezing winter night.

Another cigarette. Another empty look at the cold and sweated bed. Shivers. Fears.

Snow is still falling. Icicles at my windows... upon my heart. Heavier.

Silence. Night. Terror.


Do I miss you?