a man walks down,
a long staircase that doesn't end.
he seems lot and empty.
I follow behind
i call out his name.
he stops for a bit looking around
he drops a rose
dripping his blood.
i stair at the rose.
then resume a standing pose.
I look where the man was.
he's closer now.
he kisses my forehead
then walks away
i watch him
become a distant memory
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
a man walks down,
a long staircase that doesn't end.
he seems lot and empty.
I follow behind
i call out his name.
he stops for a bit looking around
he drops a rose
dripping his blood.
i stair at the rose.
then resume a standing pose.
I look where the man was.
he's closer now.
he kisses my forehead
then walks away
i watch him
become a distant memory
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