In The Dark

Here you are, my love. I know they are wilted--the days spent deliberating the decision of when to visit you have left my offering desiccated and grey--but they were once beautiful.

Much like yourself.

I know it's late--even the stars have dimmed in silent slumber--but I can't be seen near you. They can't know that I cared for you, or even that I knew you.

Or, most importantly, that I know where you are buried.

So I'll leave my flowers in the road, to be ground into a gutter along with the most recent roadkill. So much has changed, and you won't notice; you won't open your eyes.

Author's Note

I think I used "you" too much, but aside from that, I'm not sure.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

These few sentences have undeniable impact--project melancholy; leave the reader unsettled and somewhat haunted.
The last sentence most effectively conveys sorrow; perhaps, even, some regret.
"In The Dark" is killer good, Ben. Absolutely outstanding.