The floor is staring at me.
I loved you with just a glance
But I'm searching for tears
Lest you don't believe me.
They dressed my sorrow in white,
Saving nakedness for birth.
You reach out to me silently,
Entwined in cold ribbons.
I sense a trace of a hymn,
A caress of well-meaning whispers,
Countless candles like stars
And our lives asunder.
One more breath of feeling
And your last petal falls.
The light goes out with you:
A fading retreat.
Our final dreams pull me under
And I emerge, a castaway.
Beyond the door,
The wilderness begins.
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