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I waited on your words

Not knowing they’d shatter

As they passed through your lips

Like any other words you’d say

They re-arranged themselves

On the flowers that you lay

They hit me in the throat

And I was lost for words to say

Time heals all wounds, or so they say…

I wait for the death of the garden in which we lay

I lament and regret as I watch you fade

I take this last breath in this sorrows cold decay

I weigh this regret as I begin to fray

Your eyes cut like sharp stone

Digging deeper to white bone

I lay here bound and cold

In a monotone fatigue

I strain to raise my eyes

Beneath the weight of your shadow

Your insistent shimmering gaze

No longer seems to shine

Time heals all wounds, or so they say…

I wait for the death of the garden in which we lay

I lament and regret as I watch you fade

I take this last breath in this sorrows cold decay

I weigh this regret as I begin to fray

You leave me suffocated, you leave me Isolated

You leave me desecrated, you leave me terminated

This blackness rises before me like a wall

My mind reaches beyond, frantic as I fall

I’ll keep waiting now, but I know you’re not here

It still weighs me down, will it disappear?

I wait for the death of the garden in which we lay

I lament and regret as I watch you fade

I take this last breath in this sorrows cold decay

I weigh this regret as I begin to fray

As your words etch themselves in the wound,

I become an afterthought…