That August Night

You didn’t even sit next to me in the cafe,

Didn’t even smile back at me

When I grinned wide for nearly six minutes

At your wonderful face.


Is it because of that August night,

When the moon was round,

And the owl screamed

Outside your open window?


You didn’t even come to see me,

Sat in my car outside your home.

I was there for nearly three hours

Outside your wonderful blue house.


Is it because of that August night

When the moon was round,

And the owl screamed

As you were sleeping?


You weren’t even home when I crossed the yellow tape.

You didn’t even answer your door

When I knocked on it for nearly forty minutes

Outside your wonderful silent home.


Is it because of that August night

When the moon was round

And the owl screamed,

As I crept in uninvited?


You didn’t say hello when I went to the cemetery.

In fact you ignored me

When I stood by you in front of that cross

With your wonderful face on it.


Is it because of that August night

When the moon was round

And the owl screamed

Outside your open window

As you were sleeping?

And I crept in uninvited,

Just to see you alone –

Just to get you alone,

So I could say hi, and you could smile

At me, for once.


You didn’t even smile at me in your room

When you woke to see me there,

And you screamed, in fact, for nearly four minutes

Until I squeezed your wonderful throat.


And now you don’t even visit me in death,

When the moon is round

And the owl screams

Outside my barred window.

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Author: paganpages

Writer of weird fiction, lover of coffee and stories with a twist.

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