The Demon

I remember what they took from me,

the thief.

I remember they took my love, my soul,

my belief.

I remember before they came,

I remember your smile, your face, your name.

I remember the way you loved flowers,

I remember you could sit and paint them for hours.

I remember after they came,

I remember the life that left you, the shell that remained.

I remember your empty eyes, your cold glass eyes.

I remember the demon, my love, and it’s terrible lies.