Can you feel it? The cool, crisp, bite of
A cold winter's morning
Sun creeping its way
Up behind the desolate apartments
Rows and rows
All empty
Their residents long since grew
Tired of the incessant ramblings of
The homeless outside
There she sits
Perched precariously
On the edge of the
Rickety park bench
Book in hand
The luscious green grass at her feet
Coated with a soft layer of frost
The same frost that left a damp ring at the edges of her boots
She dries them on your doormat
As she walks in
A small brown line frames her
Pink lips, the sweet coffee you
Made for her to bring up the mood
On this cold winter's morning
She paces your apartment
Seeing many implements of your desire
A guitar, a quill, a notebook and a briefcase and
that's when she kissed you
A night of passion
Followed by a morning of romance
She wants to take you to her favourite place to sit
The evening fades in
The sun setting gently behind
the desolate apartments
A memory snaps into place as
She tells you of her favourite place
You've been there before
She tells you to
Lead the way
She takes your hand and
Follows you down an alley
A familiar trek
Gaunt faces hiding behind liquor bottles
Peer up at you from corners and
From behind bins
The shadows grow longer and longer
As you walk
Stretching their faces further and
Further into the ground
You feel her hand shiver in yours
So you lean down to shed your jacket
This was the mistake
A shadowy figure creeps
At the edge of your vision
You never notice him
But he notices her blood
So much blood
It pools and streams
Running from her perfect face
Into every imperfection of
The ground
She chokes
Leaning in for One last Kiss
A struggling artist
A loner
A loser
Never one to get
Attached to anything
No one knows why he did it
Delusional sob
Stopped the tears with a guitar string looped around a rafter kicked the stool
For what?
For one last Kiss