I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...

She roamed the
universe like she owned...

I pressed the last red
flower you gave me, in a...

Yet again she wanders
over pale yellow petals...

She fights to dig herself
out of the darkness...

I frame my words by curving the
letters smoothly, aligning them...

They randomly wrote words
upon mysterious souls...

Trying to grip onto that last hope
with a signal that has been lost within...