They were alone.

It was dark,had to be,
He wouldn't have come otherwise,
He did it often but it had to be dark,
He would sit and scribble,not able to see anything,
And then leave to return sometime again.

She wore a scarf,always,
She had been raped when young,
The scarf to tie her up,worn ever since,
She had moved on,even forgiven the culprit,
But wasn't sure anymore and kept waiting.

He had always been a loner,
She too had been one at most times,
He liked it when it was dark,
And she always wore a scarf,
He kept scribbling in the dark while she kept waiting.