Lonely, my mind abandons itself,
Longing to return.
Our good times dormant,
My black heart laments.
Sitting, I still hear your feet shuffle.
Wind echoes the chimney,
Sweeping in reality, Moaning.
Torn, the clock ticks.
I caught a star as it tumbled
Down the sky. Fell frail
In the night, you moved from
Darkness you saw the light.
Eyelids graves, glossed with tears.
Wrinkles shattered glass
Like grim cracks crawling, etching,
The empty walls in your room.
Aged eyes slowly close forever. |
