Theater Tuesdays

Strolling on deserted streets. Looking for something, someone. An answer, a friend. The trickortreaters have gone home for the night with their bags, pails full of delicious forgetting sugars. Think about the best chocolate you've ever had. Nothing matters except that delectable feeling of security and happiness in your mouth. I was looking to forget. But this. Even the best. Could not help. I reached her street. Some lights dimmed to promote privacy while others brightly encouraging company. Hers was a star reflecting in my eye. I walked up the stairs to her door. Knock Knock. I was not here for jokes. I was not here for trickortreating. I was here for her. She opened the door wide for a horse's entry. She stared. Her beautiful hazel eyes sang to me as they used to. The twinkle before tears was present when she lunged herself toward me while dropping the bowl. Piece by piece, they fell uniquely. We embraced and her lips seeped. I'm sorry. My chest dampened. After a couple minutes she looked up. The awkward smile. If she only knew: This was my last Halloween.