A poem to Him

She is lost in this filthy world.

Every night she prays. Not on any God. But on him.

When the sun goes down, she prays. She opens the window and feels the air as it gently dances on her skin. It feels like him. She waits looking up on the night sky to find just a speckle of his light.

Darkness.

She prays.

"He won't come." The voice says peacefully.

She ignores it. She opens a bottle of wine.

"You are alone." It says. "You always were."

She prays. She believes. She waits.

Some nights, she lights a white candle, hoping that her fire will differ from the others. Hoping he'll notice it and come to warm his wings.

"Where was he when you needed him the most?!" The voice screams.

She picks up a pen and starts writing about him. Hoping that her words will become so loud and powerful that the paper would not be able to hold them anymore. They will fly away free. Hoping they will find their way to him.

She prays.

"Forget." It whispers.

She closes her eyes. She will never forget. his touch. It's the way their souls come closer.

Faces are just masks, she thinks. She remembers his soul. How she could forget a soul like his, kind and powerful. Humans fall in love with what their eyes can see. But him. He taught her how to see with her eyes closed. This is how they used to see each other.

"Listen to me. He is not real. He is like love. He is just an illusion. He does not exist."

She picks up her glass and drinks. Red Wine. The drink of the Gods, they say. She drinks with her eyes closed so she could come closer to him. To touch his world only for a moment.

She prays.

The dark colour of the night sky now starts to fade. She cries. She begs the sun to wait for a little longer.

"You are alone."

She runs outside and screams his name, asking him to tell her where he is. Is he lost too? Is he lost in paradise? Is he lost in hell? Or somewhere in between. She cannot find him, neither can he. Maybe they are both lost. What if they'll never be found? What if they will keep looking for each other forever? What if even death is afraid of their curse? What if they will be alone forever? What if.

She falls on her knees and cries again begging for him to come as the first sunsets coddle her skin.

"Go to rest" says the voice caringly.