
The rose you gave me
wilts by the window
my shaking hands hold yours
slowly you pull away
whispers of memories
resound around me
you leave the door open
so I can see you walking away
fingertips trace pictures
a smile here
a whisper there
a breeze tugs at my hair
teasing it into curls
I stare at myself in the mirror
sad, glazed over eyes
weary from crying
stare back at me
pale, cold lips
slightly parted heave a gentle sigh
I know not myself
tears trickle from my eyes
slipping down my cheeks
to drip onto the pictures of you
that I thought I would keep forever and ever
but now I realize that was all just a false hope
pushing the pictures of your smile
they slice through the air
to rest at the foot of my bed
my tears dry
I crumple into a ball
squeezing myself to see if I can just disappear
I lay there
a spent child
trying to become invisible amongst my blankets
I know not myself
I know not what I did wrong
to make you leave me
I feel so much
I loved you
I thought it would last forever
but you are simply a whisper of a memory
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