The clock strikes midnight and you’re all alone
An eerie feeling washes over you then you hear a low moan
The floorboards creek but you’re standing still
Your heart now beating fast and suddenly a chill!
Someone or something is wailing in the distance
You now wish you have someone else for assistance
As something is slowly creeping its way to you
And you have a feeling it wouldn’t just say “boo!”
The darkness is hiding whatever is coming while you are now more aware of your fears
You say a silent prayer but it doesn’t stop your tears
You hold your breath as you know the thing is going to get you
Suddenly! You think you hear something coo
You turn around slowly and what do you see?
A mirror showing a reflection of yourself that’s as pale as can be.
Let me look back and tell you of my fond memories
My memories of my childhood
When things were simple and fun despite most of it not going all too well.
Let me tell you of how the old days were
Of how there were more trees than skyscrapers
Of how fresher the air was.
I look back having remembered some of the things that happened during the war
How we hid
How we heard the bombings while huddled and hidden.
I remember my teenage years
The dances, the friends and even some of the funny stories
I remember my teachers and look back being thankful for them.
I look back hoping you’d share my excitement too
One day, you too will be looking back on your life
And I hope you remember me when you do.
You and I were meant to meet each other
But just in passing
Just a glimpse
Not even to really get to know one another.
I know your name
But you might never know mine.
I’ll be that familiar face you’ve seen from somewhere
But that’s all I will ever be.
You and I were destined to meet each other
But not meant to be together.
It’s just me, I know
Creating scenarios in my head
Making up stories as if you ever notice me
I’m assuming, and I know that
But a girl can always dream.
I just thought I noticed something different
Some glances here and there
Or simply passing by where I can see you
Or maybe so you can see me?
But as the song goes, it’s just my imagination
Still, I gladly welcome my day dreams of you no matter how silly it is.
Staring at me
A blank page
Then, a bit of words and some sentences
But it’s not finished
And then, writer’s block
So it remains as a draft
But only for now.