What do you see, Tiger Lily?
I see the moon.
I see the path shining in front of me, illuminated in the bright moonlight.
What do you feel, Tiger Lily?
I feel the dampness of the night.
I feel the ground, wet beneath my feet.
What do you hear, Tiger Lily?
I hear waves breaking on a shore far away.
Do I hear you breathing?
Why can’t I see you?
What do you smell, Tiger Lily?
I smell the dampness of the earth.
Where are you?
What do you taste, Tiger Lily
I taste nothing.
What do you remember, Tiger Lily?
I remember when we first met; on a moon-bright night like this.
I remember… everything.
And what do you want, Tiger Lily?
I want you back.
Written in response to The Haunted Wordsmith’s Daily Prompt 28.04.19