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for 3 years,
Why didn’t you just leave me
lingering on my doorstep,
under my own phantom
of a bloody, wind-swept kiss?
above my bed,
from my window.
You know I’m
but able to be
a redeemed frame.
Why didn’t you forget your passion
somewhere in the block of time,
and let it filter away in rivers
where we’ve never planned to meet?
for my heart
I know you aren’t just the signal,
you are the call of my wild love
that has found an answering echo.
How will this all end?
Who will accept their existence?
In one soul,
one forever memory-
of Me and You,
that will never be