of the dim room.
Alone by the window.
Watching the storm outside.
I'm almost happy
that I did not have
to go through anything .
I am watching the world
move on without me.
I have memories
And
I have my own rain.
It leaks from my soul.
That fateful door.
Opening a floodgate of truth.
It's 3:54 pm
and no one is here but me.
Silence fills my arms.
Some frail creature
Innocent as a butterfly
Broken heart
Broken wing
She will refuse to fly again
Until her pain subsides.
It is 4:03 in the middle of the day,
Calculating hands
that play with numbers
Time well spent.
It will all come full circle.
And return to the stoke of midnight.
Forever.
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💔
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