Romeo Spike

Strangers
tempted by night falling
Rumors
now just a faded haunting
its funny how no one spoke
lost in the night's repose.

Shadows,
Dressed up in snow-fine white.
Whispers,
the thrill of forgotten crimes
Its funny how they can't see
the truth from the make believe.

Facing your own apparition.
You can't let go of superstition,
but you try.

Its funny you never spoke -
a silence so apropos.