Horns

Horns
like the devil
A hand
in the mist
Flower
without color
in the shadows
Who is that person
sitting in the twilight
between white grey and black
She is someone
who sought you out
She sacrificed for you
whom she believed in
And you believed in her
It was told
between the two of you
While sitting on the sidewalk
or at a table
And someone said
come over here
I want to know who the two of you are