I light this half-burned red candle. I watch its flame flicker against the breeze. “Am I meeting you now?” I mumbled softly.
Romance
Moon’s woes
RunesHades
RunesHe must have been Hades.
Guarded
RunesHer walls are always up.
Doors locked, bolted.
Came the day,
she left her door ajar.
when shy speaks 