They're coming...

I know they're coming. I slowly look down at my trembling hands and shake my head. The clock seems to be ticking inside my mind, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...

I try to avoid looking at our portraits, it's too painful. Your smiling face is all around me, I can listen to your laughter...it rings in my ears almost making them bleed.

They're coming...

Without realizing it I find myself in front of our bathroom's mirror. The empty gaze I find doesn't surprise me; it has been staring back into my emptiness for quite a while. The rain is hitting the windows now, the wind is howling. Is it me...or is it crying too? Whispering words of solace, just like that day.

They're coming...

A lightning strikes illuminating the room just an instant, an eternal instant in which my black eyes seem to be somehow darker than before. It's all her fault! She is the one to blame! I whisper three words at the ghost staring back at me. My lips slowly mouth those three words.

They're coming...

Lips...your lips, I remember them too well. Each tender kiss my ambrosia, and yet those kisses are tearing my soul apart....