Grave
Grave
In these undefined
Lines of my
Palm, I try
To find answers
To unanswerable questions.
In the unsurmountable
Problems I faced,
This fear of
Losing or forgetting
Makes me numb.
In those choices
I made, which
I didn't want to
But I had to.
I Let go of
Things, precious things.
Even though I
Lie next to
Your corpse, I
Feel my throat
Dry and my
Tears to be
Cold, like your
Skin.
I pluck out
Roses and I
Keep them next
To your gravestone,
Hoping you come
And pluck out
The thorns with
Me.
I remember leaving
You without bidding
A goodbye and
Telling you something
I should have
But I didn't.
Now, I lay
Here beside the
Memories we built.
I look up
At the stars,
Trying to find
You somewhere between
Those stars or
Inside those stars.
I try to
Breathe in this
Suffocating air of
Guilt and blood,
Of how you
Cut your wrist
And I just
Watched the blood
Flow from your
Wrists.
I left you
A long time
Ago, then why
Did you call
Me now?
I left you
When all the
Lines became blurry,
Then why did
You slit your
Wrist now?
I sit beside
Your corpse, my
Tears are cold
And my throat
Is dry.