Farewell

The creepy shadow under my bed

She sneaks to avoid being seen,

She wants to remain aloof,

So reluctant to talk to me as we used to years ago,

She has long lost her charm,

And every time I smile,

She shrinks and wriggle like a worm pressed down,

By reckless hands full of dirt and wrath,

The creepy shadow under my bed

Seems to be sick,

She doesn’t wander around the house any longer,

She just hides in the dusty corner or my bedroom,

And refuses to crawl up my duvet,

She doesn’t snuggle on my pillow any more,

And her deep commanding voice has turned into an indistinct whisper,

She’s dying like a neglected flower,

How can I fix her?

How can I save her?

And most importantly, should I?

After all, smiling suits well on me,

And I have stopped shivering since someone touches me

With a gentle warmth that smells like Eden,

I see her suffering like a poisoned animal,

And I feel I sorry for her,

And I would love to feed her with suicidal intentions

But there are none,

They have diluted like a drop ink dropped in a lake,

They have vanished like ashes brushed away by the winter winds,

No more sorrow, no more pain,

Just a feeling that makes my legs tingle,

And seek for shelter in his cozy chest…

The creepy shadow under my bed

Has lost her talent to spook and haunt…

I’d better let her dye with a bit of respect,

No mourning, no guilt…

Just with a goodbye kiss,

Certain, we meet each other someday …but hopefully, not too soon.