Troubled Mind

A grotesque landscape lies in front of us, in front of me. I see myself running for - keeping a distance from myself as I try to figure what bothers me so. As I turn, I see an old friend, my Anabel Lee running further and further from  me. I don't even call her back. I smile as if the drift is alright.  With reason, perhaps it is. But what of the next day? Do I keep on the mask and pretend my heart is still in one piece? I ask him but he is running further and further from her. There is still a string of hope binding them. a hope-less-lace. Like a fainting hue from a setting sun, it is fading as well. It is fading faster than my voice could recuperate the lace. What went wrong, really? They have started to laugh with somebody else. They are gone. She is gone.