Heartbeat and A Dying Mind

"Will you wait for me?"

A wind tunnel laced with black-tipped rose petals
strikes me and snatches the air from my lungs.
I would wait until time corodes my body whole.

"I might fade away by then."

The neon handwriting on the wall flutters away
before I could finish reading it.
I could only see the beginning and end.

"You won't."

She says it with such confidence.
A goddess.
A saint.
A prophet.
A liar.

"I just am!"

Weave words that comfort me.
Cover me in that plastic warmth.

"No, you're not."

Air blades rip off that blanket of lies from me
and I'm blown away to nothingness.

"Will you remember me?"

A single petal flutters down before my eyes
and I'm left with nothing else to say but...

"...no."