As we frantically tried
to save your life
I heard
“Can someone please
call my wife?”
Category: My Poetry
3 S’s
Stars, stories, and silent tears... That's all you've left for me this year.
Bound
Pieces and parts.
Remnants and remains.
Fragments of the past... Bound to me like chains.
Smothered
As we walked
the lantern broke...
And our flame
became darkness.
Blind
I've become blinded
to my own reflection...
Clear beauty miraged
by my own self-deception.
Distorted
My mirror must be defective. It's flimsy glass must be full of errors and deformations... Innocently creating ripples and alterations. That must be the reason why the girl that everyone sees... Is nowhere close to the same girl that my mirror shows to me.
Slow-Motion
Fears of the future keep crossing my mind... So I ponder every way that I may slow the time.
Last Call
They asked me whether or not she could still hear... So I held my phone patiently against a dying woman's ear...
Fading
I close my eyes
and try to picture
everything that
happened in those
moments...
But time has
already begun to
blur the details...
Dutifully and
without condolence.
Pretend
Sometimes I like to
remember the times with you
I know we never had...
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