Aug 2013
Split light.
In the silence of the night
her petals open,
leaving me
heaving
rasping
pleading
grasping.
I hear the door close
the scent of a rose
lingers
in the air
where
she once was.
In the silence of the night
her petals open,
leaving me
heaving
rasping
pleading
grasping.
I hear the door close
the scent of a rose
lingers
in the air
where
she once was.
(69/Here and now)
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