I am reading aloud to myself
you knock on the door
tell me you hear me
talking to someone
I have continued to live here
the house where you died
sharpening my gaze
into time's arrows
I am saying to the empty door
there's still time to change
the ending, we could be
alive right now
Look, look, those star-shaped
flowers would fit perfectly
into the despairing holes
in the sky
1 comment:
Sad.
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