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// 10/31/1867 - Halloween Without You 
// Story: The Journal of Rising Dawn 
// by Professor_Rising_Dawn 
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I’m pacing the garden at midnight,
Waiting for you to return.
The echoes are quiet and gentle,
And the darkness is silent and chilled.

I sit slowly down in the cool grass,
Looking up at the night sky.
The bats whisk above my head quickly,
I wish that my heart wouldn’t ache.

I feel your wings brushing me softly,
You aren’t here with me I’m sure.
I take a look over my shoulder,
And my heart becomes warm with delight.

Behind me is you in your jacket,
Smiling at me from the side.
I’m so overwhelmed with excitement,
I feel like I’m going to cry.

Your form is a shimmery silver,
Not the light brown that I know.
I don’t really care at the moment,
Though I will in the future I’m sure.

Your sweet voice calls out to me softly,
And I will join you with a smile.
Your presence is warm and inviting,
And I hope you’ll stay longer this time.

We’ll sit here together for hours,
Just you and me side by side. 
Then I’ll feel my eyes drooping slowly, 
And I’ll watch as you fade in the night.

My bed will be cold in the morning, 
All candles burned out in the light.
I’ll long for you to be next to me,
And pray that next year is the same.