you said you would be back. it was a lie. you said you loved me. but you left me behind to die.
the fog like a coffin white.
my breath comes out like mist, disappearing before my fingers.
I stand on the edge. you are not here.
and your eyes explode outwards.
it is bittersweet – Nature’s tears bring you peace.
as autumn nights set upon the day, the light is clear and sweet.
they are unwanted. so they are spurned.
lilac dreams of passing fancies, of thoughts that never come true.