Revenge.

I sit here in darkness...
I ponder what to say...
Unsure of my position.
Not knowing if my eyes were open or not...
Quietly tapping my finger.
Examining my face...
Running my hand through my hair.
The way you used to do.
I feel a cold breeze brush at my neck.
Breathing your revenge...
Unable to turn and see.
I whisper "I'm sorry"
...You say I will be...