After all the triggers pulled and the prayers secured,
I envision the way your eyebrows would eclipse over the eyes I yearned so long to see alive when I confess, "Im pagan."
Thus the question imperils, what of the souls of the Templar Knights we awaken?
I soothe your eyebrows with words because my lips cannot reach you from a life away, and I begin to tell you about my Holy Gods and Goddesses— my favourite Goddess being the first moment our bitter hearts shared, when you told me I was the first at the threshold of your underworld.
You become tender upon realising every and each God and Goddess are all our moments that I worship when your absence becomes an inescapable whirl.
I was about to see your smile when I blinked, and I merely stare back at the empty seat.
Looking at the world being passed by the train, I caught a glimpse of your reflection upon the window— I hoped you would bestow upon me the smile atleast.
