She was right-
And she typically wasn’t about many things back...
~*~
Bequeath a truth they won’t forget...
Time to say goodbye to the night
Because the night ended now...
I keep orchids
where your shadow used to fall...
The wind blows hard, the darkened night,
Scavenging for food, avoiding the light...
I used to look up at the sky
Each and every night...
Like a river when it falls
There is no pain to feel...
the flashbacks assault your body like
hailstorms on fragile glass...
I was young the day I met you,
too young to read the shadows in your grin...
If I bury you in my subconscious,
Which part of you would I forget...
Life lingers beyond our fingers
to a place of disgrace...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...