I was returning home,
From my second home,
I used to study at a library,
Psychology was my major
I walked in the streets,
I kept looking at my feet,
The lights in front were gone,
The house on the side had a lawn
The man in the shade,
Was looking my way,
Yet when the lights switched on,
The man was just gone
I continued the walk to home,
But I felt it in all my bones,
Shivers as I put one step,
Then the next, then the next
As I walked into the house,
My heart slowed down.
The shivers were gone;
I was finally home
But the next day, it happened again,
The shade appeared and went away.
I grew so vary of the dark,
That I avoided that marked area,
I never saw them again,
Neither dim lights or shadiness
But one day I was coming early,
The sun had not yet set,
And that’s the day I came face to face,
With the man I had not met
He was standing under the light
Where I used to cross by
He had a cigar in his hand
His face signified pretence
‘Do you stand here at night?’ I asked him,
He nodded his short head,
‘Why, do you love the darkness?’
His coy smile made sense
As I talked to him further, I discovered
that the owner of the villa,
has mountains of money,
And once had a honey
He stands in the darkness,
To wash away his love,
He cries with the cigar in his hand,
He’s not a ghost, just broken by love