“Happy birthday” said a hushed whisper, as a wave of cold froze her veins,
That voice was too familiar for her to forget, it resurrected her withered remains.
Sleep deprived brain and a cocktail of cocaine, she knew she was thoroughly drained,
But deep inside she felt that this was happening, so she rubbed her eyes and then she strained,
To look into the pitch black dark around her, and she could see him standing and glowing,
Her hands started to shiver, her eyes now a river, she doubted the reality in what life was showing.
So slowly her hand reached out towards him, and groggily said “Love, is that you?”
He stood right there in silence but smiling, and as he nodded she cried “FUCK YOU!”
“You died. You’re dead.. Why did you leave me?” her sobs were now at hysteria’s peak,
Torn between the joy of seeing him again and a disfigured sanity telling her to freak.
“Why did you come back?” she whispered, the cold was now making her body sore,
“I just came to wish you a Happy Birthday.” he looked straight at her and smiled once more.
“I have something for you, a birthday gift” , he walked towards her and said “Walk with me.”
She sat up slowly not knowing what to do- follow a dream into the dark or just let it be?
Her feet on impulse got off the double bed, as he turned around and started to walk,
Strange that she’d prayed so hard to ask him questions, but right now she just couldn’t talk.
He walked out the dark corridor into the living room, his eerie glow lighting her way,
She followed as if in a trance, the drugs and the sleep making her tremble, making her sway.
He walked out the main door and turned to his left, as he started climbing the stairs remarkably aloof,
20 minutes of walking, a 100 hours of silence later, he held open the door that led to the roof.
She clambered into the wide open space, and the fresh air engulfed every inch of her soul,
After a year of rotting alone in emptiness, the suffocation was gone and so was the hole.
“There it is” he said, pointing into the distance, a glowing letter suspended from a thread,
It gleamed like the moon against the starless sky, just a few feet above the parapet.
The light in her eyes shone brighter than him, as she climbed the parapet to grab the letter,
Drops of happiness dribbling down her cheek, she knew things would now get better.
20 floors above the city’s skyline, she could see her destiny finally resting in her grip,
But then she looked down and saw a never ending drop, her head spun, then she slipped.
As time slowed down for those couple of seconds, she looked in horror at him as she fell,
His face as stoic as a dead man’s grace, where his smile was she couldn’t tell.
All she knew that she was falling into the night, closer to the ground and away from her pain,
Just seconds before she hit the ground to her death, she heard “Happy Birthday” once again.