Here Goes Nothing Poem by Anna Greco

Circles of light dim your eyes,
As they soar past the northern skies.
Twiddly doo, twiddly dum.
Your time has yet to come.

Hearts graze another,
Such a silent act upon the other.
I started this before you left,
After all, I'm accusing you with theft.

Take a step back.
Can you hear your bones crack?
I'm not done yet.
This is only your first set.

Do you remember us?
Are you ready to confess?
The knife touches your neck.
You look like a nervous wreck.

Let me go back farther,
Or should I not bother?
After all, you should remember,
What happened last November.

Uttered words of love,
You were visited by the dove.
Sweet, sweet, caressing words,
Our happiness was up to two thirds.

Now, tell me, little boy.
What made you end up treating me like a little toy?
Day by day, I started to gather dust.
You ended up treating me with such disgust.

Oops, my knife seems to have slipped.
This wasn't part of my script.
But I enjoy it, nonetheless.
Now it's your turn to confess.

If I recall, you took it all back.
It was all a surprise attack.
Slowly but surely, you were gone.
It's fine, cause I was already withdrawn.

That's not an excuse for your cold play,
Yet you did a marvelous display.
Now, my dear, please hold still.
I'm going in for the kill.