Monster
All I can see is your back. Yellow Polo, beige pants, brown loafers. Stay this way. Please don't turn around. I'm content. Not knowing your face. I can't, don't want, to spend my life searching for it. Stay like that. But don't fade. Don't wander off into oblivion again. Don't peer over your shoulder to catch a glimpse. You won't like what you see and I don't want to know. I'll never know. Your twisted now. Let this stay a dream and not bleed into nightmare. Don't turn and display me a monster. Don't let me glimpse hate, view loathing. I can't see you twisted by nightmares again. I can't wake up screaming. Not again. Not when there's no one. Not when I'm alone.
Why aren't you bathed in ethereal light too? Why won't my mind create an angel out of you too? Don't leave like grandma. Stay. But don't turn. I don't want another nightmare.