i.
i am nothing but dust and shadows and a skeleton hanging
in a room filled with cotton spider webs that spell out
misery; the idioms and metaphors carved onto my bones
mean nothing but speak volumes and sound pretty
your art was the epitome of feelings and stories and passion
i do not become upset when people say that you are better
than me in every way possible because it is true

ii.
i only wish on wildflowers in the dark now, that way nobody
can see me cry when my wishes do not come true
you are still gone, far away in a place that is illuminated with your
smile and the treasure that is your laugh and i am here
stuck in a morbid black and white picture

iii.
forgive me, i was not aware that when i told you i loved you i
was signing my own death sentence

how ironic,

because you never said it back once and meant it

iv.
goodbye

(h.l.)