02:45 late at night, you could find me standing at the edge of my balcony with a cup of chocolate in hand.
Why was I not in deep slumber, you ask?
Apparently my dreams told me to take a break.
The stars at night had been whispering to me for weeks now. I tried calling out to the moon to see if it knows a thing or two.
"If you look closely, you'll see something familiar written in the sky," it said to me through the breeze.
So I did what the moon told me. I gazed up and found your name inscribed by the stars.
"My, what a lovely sight." I said to myself
YOU ARE READING
Grave Roses
General FictionI'll come back with roses to lay on your grave. Perhaps, someday, the voices will leave.
