A tinkling noise drifted down the hall
He is here again.
I leave my room quickly
Eagerly hoping to see Him again.
I hug the walls of the desolate halls
Not seen by any
But the silent shaddows
That follow me everywhere
They disappear with daylighht
And are only around when He is near.
When no one else is around to see them
Or Him.
Down the steps
Instinctively missing the ones that creak.
My feet, familar with the path
Pick the quickest and quietest way down
I pass through the kitchen
Barely glancing at the butcher knife
He will not harm me
He loves me
He promised to never leave me
And hasn't.

I clutch my house coat closer
Toward away the chill
The icy fingure which creap under the door
He promised to fix that
I glance in the mirror
Fix my hair
I want to look beautiful for Him.

I step into the dimly lit room
Frantically glancing around
Looking, Seeking, Hoping for sight of Him.
Yet I know he will not show Himself to me.
He never does.

Finally I look at the piano
The main focus of the room
There, as everynight before it...
A single candle, just lit.
A red rose across the pearly white and black keys
My music book open
With a note,
Carefully placed infront of it.

My feet sink into the lush carpet
I approach the piano
My eyes squinting to read the words
Written in a handwritting
That I know as well as my own
My heart starts pounding as I read
Play for Me
It's silent, I am calm
It is the same words everynight
I slip the card into my pocket
And play the requested piece.

It's His favorite song
Filled with love, anguish and a sense of forever.
He always loved this song
And requests it often
My fingers find the notes on their own
My eyes are closed
Everything is still.
Only my fingers move.

At last He comes
A whispered endearment reaches my ears
The icy touch of death
Which is now His against my arm.
His comforting presence behind me
I don't turn to look,
I want to, but don't.
To do so would break the spell
Instead I continue to play
Savoring every precious moment.
I long to drag out the notes,
To keep Him with me Longer
But the song comes to an end.
And He leaves.
"Good night My love," I whisper.
"Till tomorrow," is the reply.

I go back upstairs
My heart heavy
The creaking stairs echoing loudly
Hurting my ears
Back to my room
Where I close the door
Alone but for my shaddows
And return, for another night
To an empty bed.