Your name is whispered among the leaves.
Wilting my fragile remembrances of your agony.
A night on a typical January began a withering droop.
We were together in breath - yet separated by death.
It held your hand beside me, taking you quietly.
Through sweet blossoms searing inside me.
In damp veins of red sentiment.
Poured from a fading resentment.
Consuming every remaining hue of Rose.
To the bouquet we held close.
Forgive me,
I suppose…
-
You hear me walking in between the leaves.
Throughout the same which saw me leave.
On a night unlike others; holding ourselves.
Daring to face death at its eyes like rebels.
Keeping your hand in trust and loudly.
With blossoms sprouting behind me.
Moist heartbeats keeping us in a run.
Through resent which is now undone.
I remember the first bouquet…
That drew me close to you ray.
I still love you,
while I’m away.
Jan 4
Jan 4, 2026 at 10:34 PM UTC
Your name is whispered among the leaves.
Wilting my fragile remembrances of your agony.
A night on a typical January began a withering droop.
We were together in breath - yet separated by death.
It held your hand beside me, taking you quietly.
Through sweet blossoms searing inside me.
In damp veins of red sentiment.
Poured from a fading resentment.
Consuming every remaining hue of Rose.
To the bouquet we held close.
Forgive me,
I suppose…
-
You hear me walking in between the leaves.
Throughout the same which saw me leave.
On a night unlike others; holding ourselves.
Daring to face death at its eyes like rebels.
Keeping your hand in trust and loudly.
With blossoms sprouting behind me.
Moist heartbeats keeping us in a run.
Through resent which is now undone.
I remember the first bouquet…
That drew me close to you ray.
I still love you,
while I’m away.
