Holidailies Prompt: The Perfect Holiday
I can’t leave you my darling Halloween.
I can’t walk away from your creaking floorboards
that I can hear from outside of my bedroom door
that snap and pop like dry brittle bones
when the clock chimes out
” It’s midnight! “
I don’t want to say goodbye to the sounds of rusty rattling chains that crawl and slither from
my basement, from my attic, from the space between the library walls
to my parlor
warmed by a roaring fire where I’m alone with my somber thoughts and sorrowful
How will I live without the cries of lonely ghosts, souls in torment and the Hellhounds
that wander through my garden after the Sunsets?
Dearest Halloween, my dark friend we must part ways for now.
Let’s meet again in the Fall under the Oak Tree in my backyard,
you know the one.
The one I swung from all those years ago.