It’s hard to recall,
how the time has simply gone,
from one place to next.
Bring back the good times,
the times of carefree parties,
and conversations.
Bring back the normal,
whatever normal is now,
will it be the same?
I am feeling cold,
it isn’t just the weather,
it’s something inside.
A misty evening,
the trees ghost like and creeping,
across horizons.
A night for horsemen,
headless and thirsty to kill,
with their heads rolling.
