A Lover's ***

The dark night is calm
Crickets chirping
But I am full of dread
In fear that he will actually be there,
Meaning what he said.
The night grows colder,
I grow bolder.
There he is,
Standing below a black sheet sprinkled with gold dust.
A smile arrives on his lips,
Those lips, those lips,
That once parted for me
I haven’t been to this river
Ever since last year
I still remember
The horrible screams,
The river swirling with anger
Those green eyes pierce through me
And I start to run
Through the night sky
My bare feet hit the ground
Wind howls past me,
Pulling me back
Stopping my tracks
And he is behind me
Holding a knife
Choking me
I try to scream
And remember last night
His arms entangled with my hair
But today it is much different
He pulls me down
I try to cry
But it is too late
The dark night is calm,
Crickets are chirping,
But I am already dead.
Like father, like son,
The bad deed is done.