It's dark,eerily quiet, not a person in sight.
Yet here I am walking in the dark, looking for shelter, looking for my safe haven, where I'll feel wanted and safe.
I am walking but where to? Why?
There is no place for me in this cold world,full of pain and hate.
Yet I hope I'll find one again...
Find my home again...
As I look up,the clouds start to darken and I feel a single drop roll down my cheek. A raindrop or a teardrop?
I always had a home, a safe haven, a shelter but he left. He dissapeared into pixie dust, leaving nothing behind, not even a speck of dust. He left not knowing the void he would leave.
Now here I am learning how it feels to be away from your loved one,for the first time.
Peep-peep!!!
I hear still I don't move out of the way. I don't want to.
I can't nor will I be able to live without him, not for another day or night.
I miss him. I miss my home.
"See you soon,my love", I whisper before I shut my eyes for the last time.
I'm going home...
