T’was a Saturday night
When my enemy returned
I was resting on the couch
Until my stomach churned
I knew He was coming
In fact, I’d felt Him in my bones
Silently, I scolded myself
For always preferring to be alone.
Day and night He lingered
Just a foot over, and to the left.
The nape of my neck, always warm
Perspiring from the heat of His breath
Each day He inched closer
Unraveling every conscious thought.
The day He and I became one
Is one I wish I could’ve forgot.
Hiding Him was no use
I insist that I tried.
The ominous presence of He
Stuck like glue to my sides.
Every now and then
I’d imagine getting better
I’d be able to make small talk
And agree that “This is indeed lovely weather”
But it was all just a record,
And a broken one, at that.
There was no way to escape
He was holding me back.
So I did what was sane
And I did what was right.
I sat down with a gun;
And retrieved a pencil to write.
I held up a mirror
And looked straight ahead
I could feel Him shaking
As my world bathed in red.
In the reflection, stood Him
No longer a foot away
As I pointed my gun, I knew
He wouldn’t live to see another day.
