Evening Company

evening company.jpgI always met him, around the witching hour 
When others were safely tucked up inside
We were never afraid, of what lurked in the night
If they came upon us, they’d be one’s to take fright. 
We wandered lazily, through the darkened streets
Conversation would be flowing, his company always engaging
I would miss these evening meanders, in the quiet town
However the time had come to move on
There were far too many bodies to now be found.

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