Words From My Soul

The Walk

I walk along the darkened street.
The only sound my feet shuffling.
A lone shadow falls just ahead me,
Disappearing when I leave the light.

The air is heavy and stagnant,
Making it difficult to breathe.
Haze and dust mix to thicken the air.
So hot it's like a sauna.

I feel uneasy as I pass by the spot.
The ground still charred after all this time.
So many questions, so few answers.
They were not mine to give.

I look round and see no one,
But I know he is watching.
I feel myself shiver, despite the heat.
Droplets of sweat roll down my back.

I take out a picture and place it on the ground.
Two lillys, one for me, one for her beside the picture.
Two tickets - also from that night.
Again, I place them on the pile.

I toss back my hood and sit within the charred circle.
My robe billows out around me,
My hair I imagine shimmers in the amber glowing light.

A tear goes down my cheek as I douse my robe.
My breath comes in shaking gasps.
'I'm sorry,' I whisper as I take the lighter out.
I dig once more in my pocket as my eyes become heavy.

I stare at the picture and tears fall.
I look to see her image before me, smiling, hand outstretched.
I light the candle and close my eyes,
Light flashes beyond my vision.

Cries of pain and anguish fill the air.
As smoke and burnt flesh assault my senses.
Flames cover me head to toe, then silence.
No pain, no fear, nothing but a charred circle remains.

©2020ErynLMaris