12.

the man stood there, in the midst of 28th street.
only man standing with the last thought.
why dont i die.
as he kneels to remember.

" dear love...
im here, in pieces, of something i used to once view through. i lost you. i lost me. ive seen the end. and i dont want you to fall into the washed white snow storm im constantly in. the sight through my heart has subsided to the loss of location via hurontario. my time has been spent, and its time for me to move from this dead end. i dont want to die anymore and id rather it rain so you couldnt see my tears. ive tried so many days. ive given you my best, but this has to be put to rest.
goodbye,"

he gathers his organs from the floor,
up to his stomach as he tries to replace
what was ripped out of him.
oh..

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