He stands there waiting, cloaked in black
Like the darkness of the night illuminated by the fog of the moon
His hands are white and steady, reaching toward hers
Shaking, a boney remnant of what love used to hold.
She looks at his face, frozen in time, defying nature’s laws
Like a clock that’s wound backwards ticking furiously into the past
His eyes hold the pain of every second that lay before her
Like a cathartic reassuring nightmare that powers her muscles.
The shaking stops as confidence creeps through her blood
As she reaches for her new friends timeless hand
A hand that has held millions before hers
She pauses right before his fingertips fill her clammy palms
She is no longer afraid of the stranger standing before her
A distant friend she’s known her whole life through
Dancing around in a ballroom of magnets
Constantly pulling and repelling with every step.
She closes her eyes and lets the darkness fully consume her
Releasing the wolf that has been caged inside
Scratching and clawing at her organs begging for freedom
Like she silently begs for a moment of stillness.
Her muscles grow heavy as they close the final gap between them
His cold lifeless hands merging with the warm rush of her blood
As they grasp each other and she plummets into eternity.
An Eternity. Of darkness. Of light. Forgiveness and defeat.
Her heart slows as she lets him lead in this final waltz
Her feet failing her now as she clumsily tries to follow in step
Her thoughts are frozen, emotionless, like the glass she used to walk on
Breaking and shattering no more underneath the weight that she carried.
The room fades to grey like the ashes of a burnt out fire
The final molecule of oxygen sprinting from her lips
As the trailing notes of her swan song hang lurking in the air
With her final bow, the end of her last dance.