The promise, once kept, now lays silent on the floor

Broken into pieces, broken beyond repair.

Trying to piece back together, what once was.

Always trying,

never succeeding.

As the door slams close in the absence

The darkness closes all around.

The promise, that was once full of life and light

Lays, unvoiced and unspoken. Left to wane into the shadows.

As movement is felt, like waves through the air,

The memories come flowing back.

Slowly, more powerful with every thought,

Trying to block them out, trying to forget.

Each and every step, mingling with ominous thoughts.

The street light flickers as footsteps move underneath it.

The light admitting happiness, but the only emotion felt is rage.

Voices can be heard in the distance.

Voices, murmurs, sounds.

Uncaring, cold.

The trees seemed to stand out,

Silhouetted against the greying sky.

The voices grow nearer, the pace is quickened,

and yet they seem no different,

no further

no closer

As the day falls into night, contentment falls also.

Falling, fading, no further light.

Feelings, thoughts and memories came flooding back.

The dark is bringing them out.

And as the pace is slowed as the thoughts take over

The realization comes crashing all around.

The voices that can be heard surrounding, persistent

Aren't what they were once thought to be,

But something different, something strange, something

Much more real.