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 else?
Nothing else.
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.
Nothing else.
Where are you?
What do you taste, Tiger Lily
I taste nothing.
Just emptiness.
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
luna's on line 
Very nice!
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nicely told. I like the repetitive way you created this piece.
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Very well written.
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Beautifully written! Really feel the bittersweet longing here 🙂
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Beautifully written Chris.
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Oh WOW, this is good–love it!
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Wow! Goose pimples! ✨
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Beautiful reading for National Poetry Month!
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Gorgeous!
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This was awesome. The only thing I don’t like are the ellipsis dots on “I remember… everything”. But that’s just a minor detail, otherwise it’s awesome. 😀
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Thanks for the feedback, Alice. I was trying to convey her hesitation in remembering. Perhaps a dash would have been better, although I try to avoid those – in ‘proper’ writing.
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Yeah, I understand your choice, and I’m okay with it like that. I guess I’ve just seen too many ellipses used that way. 😀
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The perils of punctuation 😉
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Lovely so sad yet beautiful 🤔🙂😍👏
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Thank you, Joseph. 🙂
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