It was a small moment of weakness,
that beckoned you to me.
You just needed a good release,
a loud, defeaning cry at night.
The hurt should fill up your lungs, and get you intoxicated with raw hatred. You keep it all bottled up inside, until you cannot take it anymore. You were waiting for the right time to let it all go.
You needed someone to be there.
And to whatever coincidence I owe it to, I was there, like the night wind listening as you come undone, waiting for you to shout out her name amidst the turmoil and the pain.
Finally, you scream out the culprit's name, the one who clawed at your heart and left it bleeding.
Your eyes glisten with surprise.
You did it.
It has been done.
That scream released your agony.
Now silence alone is your peace.
But like the night wind,
I also cannot stay.
When the morning comes, everything will just be a memory, like sweet shadows bending in the light.
And you my angel, will smile again.
At long last, you should be free.
