There is a power failure again but i don't have the inclination to light a candle. Instead i light a cigarette. I seem to like the darkness and the eerie silence it brings along. It is windy outside. My mind has begun playing tricks with me. Some sound to my right, i turn and look but there's nothing. I turn back to my original position. I strain my ears to catch the slightest sound or movement. My heart is pounding hard. There is a tingling sensation at the bottom of my gut and i can't figure out why. Shit! i'm not alone, there is somebody else in the house. I toss my cigarette into the bin at my feet and slowly rise from my seat, trying not to create any sound. But i guess i'm too late. I can already feel someone behind me and it's close enough because i can hear it breathing. I muster all the courage in my bones and turn around and almost laugh to myself with relief because in the sparce moonlight i see your face.

When things aren't the same anymore

Wonderful memories are all that's left behind

Especially because

The things we did together

Are impossible to forget....