siren.

it's a murky november night.
the silence is a little romantic,
the lack of stars is somewhat whimsical
and you're just happy to be together.
it's so cold though-
you give her your scarf and smile as she
wraps it back around you even tighter.
i won't let you be cold, she sings.

-

it's a murky november night
but your lover's eyes are singing.
they hold forbidden adoration as she
wraps her arms around you,
wraps her hands around your n

-
othing.
-

they were such an odd couple,
to have fallen in love in a graveyard of all places.
they would visit it for their anniversary from time to time,
in contrast to those who were there for mourning.
and one day they both just disappeared without a trace

-
/s her fingers down your nose,
your lips
you can't see her eyes but you know they're beautiful,
she's singing and you want to make her
unbroken,
you let her wrap herself around you,
you let her bury her head in your chest,
you let her bury you-

-
(except for the scarf he left behind.)

it's a murky november night.
this silence sounds like sin,
the cold air screams grief,
and she was always said to have been a