MAcabre

...I've been sensing you, but I'm not afraid.
...I've always wondered what truly happened, that cold, cold morning.
...had the fires long been diminished? Or did it need another coal?
...did harsh words start your day? So many questions, were there
questions? Or did everyone accept your fate?
...did grief blind those about you? Or did a thief steal their sight?
...I was on the outside peering in, my silent questions lay unanswered, tho I dared not ask.
...bruises I was told...I was afraid to look..tho they fixed you up as pretty as you've always been.
...a long staircase and the stench of blood. Was that just grief stricken madness, totally consumed?
...I don't know what truly happened on that cold, cold morning, but I know you're here, and I am not afraid.
(...and she sadly pushed herself away from me...like a boat gently pulling away from shore)