Owls stared and laughed

in the middle of the night 

near the radius of the graveyard 

as the howling moonlight 

kept me detrimental and perturbed 

and left me hurdled

with bleak visions

of Smokey clouds

and freezing goosebumps

while my Guardian angel’s snores

left my sleeping demon’s lust

warming up my veins 

Although now

as you text me 

while I watch you from afar,

anxiously awaiting me

by that bus stop,

that favourite spot of ours,

as the abundant puff

of your heavenly clouded ‘fro

keeps your face framed elegantly 

I plunder and wonder 

if I should let bygones and stood-by’s

be bygones or goodbyes,

as ptsd’s from that gloomy night

keep dangling between my heart’s cracks

while mocking and deeming my ego grieved

As the fact that we love each other

fails to derail me;

as I vengefully wonder

If that dark, gloomy and premature start

of our fairly sailing ‘ship…

Deserves a sunny afternoon’s ending.

For was it not you, Who

Stood me up

in the engraved glistenings of the moon’s light

when I loved you the most

For now the tables have turned,

yet my heart still can’t forget