I cannot say that I miss you
For while I might, I sincerely do not.
You had always said that
You were comfortable and never changing,
Natural and simply what you were born to be,
Over and over like a hymn to a Catholic
And this, I believe,
To be the most saddening venture.
Yet I cannot bring myself to ignore this,
The way you would watch the stars
As if they whispered to you stories from afar;
The way your dimming forever
Roared to leave your blue hued eyes
And how it would burn you up inside,
Begging your lips to abide
And you simply left it to spilling paper;
How begrudgingly you cried,
Feeling everything in simply seconds.
I cannot ignore you,
Like the ocean to the tides.
I cannot ignore these things that coincide with
What you have allowed to live in your stead.
From time to time,
I promise to visit your grave like this,
And narrate to you these happenings.
- sincerely, your new self
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryDon't forget to switch off the lights, I prefer the darkness to that false illumination. Here I can lay, Here I can cry, and here is the place where - each night - I can die.
