Midnight Garden

His voice
At once familiar
Was one she’d never
Heard before

He spoke to her heart
In a way that made
Shadows bloom
Dark gardens
Sprung up
At his every step
Through her
Deeper

Intrinsically
She knew
This stranger
Would leave her
Very soul imperiled
Yet she could not
Resist his pull

His hands
Roughened by a life
That left her trembling
Aghast
Guided her
Enshrouded her
Left her
Always aching for more

His pulse had become
The one song to
Which she’d spend
A lifetime dancing to
A melodic melancholy
Haunting her core

She dare not
Look away
For fear he too
Would turn to dust
That his touch would
Evaporate

She realized
Too late
It wasn’t fate that
Bound them
It was only shades
Of memories
Painted blazing
Pain
Neither finding much
To gain

When the lights came up
When the sun shone brightly
Illuminating all that was not
Had never been
She spied him once again
At a distance
She traced his path
Away from her

His midnight garden
Still flourished
Within her

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