As I write

as I write in the darkness of the room

sitting here taping the keys

the sound of the wind can be heard

and alone in this darkness

I write a story of love

the love of my life

a story that might not happen

as for today I am alone

the letters came in today

saying he is gone and never to return home

-Be Masked

Author's Note

anything goes, I cant get better if you say nothing at all