indebted by the voices
harmonizing to your choir
notes rung so high
i can hardly grasp  the height of it

in my ears, the rhythm slips
down to fall into a skip
the pavement breaks, a whirlwind sends
shake the earth for once to take my sense

the sound is mentioned in whispers
that only the angels can listen to
when they rest their white dress
my blooded fit always left a stain

the red dyed  
as if roses sink into the stitching
that only you could clean
and rid the marks always left by me

but the touch for a final time
of your linen, may bring my distress fashion
the imagine it needed
before leaving

yet, it has been chaos
my eyes have meant
a burning home
now these sockets can find sleep to my fingers

all that was left was the aroma
of your scent, that lifted me high
the wind that carried
now drops my weight

all that’s left is my remains