End Game

There room was dimly lit. darker, and bleaker than usual.
The piano was silent, black, foreboding
The garden, featureless, shapeless, covered in shadows of darkness
You were all in black, long black hair cascading, your face, set in stone, eyebrows firmly joined together in the centre.
Rivers of tears cascaded down your face. Through all your tears, I still can’t help but notice how magnificently beautiful you are
There, ended the dream. There, everything stopped moving.

My throat, dry as sandpaper, My tongue, bitter as the coffee in my hand.
My brain, unable to make sense of it all, My senses, numb. My heart, packed up, left and hasn’t returned since.

I don’t understand.
You owe me, some kind of love.