It’s presence was haunting.
That shimmer of silver
always lingering out of full sight
licking the tearstains from worn carpets
and chilling my warm hand.
It slept in the shadows
a figurine to the curious sunlight
but when darkness rose those eyes alit
and above my sleeping frame it would hover
watching as innocence took over my weary face.
It’s smell lingered long after it was gone
like a subtle rosy hue
to color the air
and tickle my lungs.
So cruel of it to leave me
with only the tiniest hint it was ever there
a remainder burnt deep into the pulsing scar
that it once healed with icy touch.
It wasn’t until I realized who it was
that the poison began to call.
For the chance was stolen by my obliviousness
and now she was lost forever
the only one who’d cared –
and now I was determined
to be lost with her.