I Will Not Poem by Mike Loewenrosen

my tears are doors
to a different history
remembering my dark angel
how easy it seemed
to enter this winter tale all along
i will not bother your ears no more
but every one of my steps
is like an echo of how it was before
my heart is a shelf
built out of memories, daydreamed
waves of sunken songs,
overshadowed by how we used to be
dried out is everything in this sun
i will not bother your eyes no more
but you were supposed to be different
to forsake every of our adieus