The moon dipped its way beneath the horizons. Shadows grew long and became arduous to catch; they diminished in the growing pitch of black that swallowed redundant existence. Here I sway, plagued by meer memories that vague with time. I chased reminisce like a fervent devout. Eyes were matted with the colour of blood and soaked in bodies of tears. Inside, I screamed your name many times aloud, but muted all life in them.

These hours are so dark without you.