She had slow curls in her hair
and the sunlight angled in through the window
painting gold bars across her skin.
She became a study in shadow;
contrasts of light and dark.
I could hear her breathing
and I hung on every one.
My eyes smiled as she lay there
No arms are big enough to hold her
Why'd she pick mine to slip through?
Here I am, a castle of bones
just inches away but alone.
How very old I feel at this moment
How the Hell did I end up here?
The weight of love crushing us both
she just doesn't know it yet.
But I've read the script
Like a flower in the cold
it's just a matter of time.
I won't wake her. Not yet.
I'll let her finish the broadway production
Afterall, we bought two tickets. Non-refundable.
We've had enough for both lifetimes.
It was proper medicine, but tasted like poison
and a swarm of bad ideas.
Only problem is... the regiment of hard to swallow pills isn't finished
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem