Literature
Shadows
Rose petals wither on the floor
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades to complete the darkness,
Drawing the shades; shadows have never seemed so empty.
Everything that she has taken from me...
There was so much left to say,
And by the chill that she left with me,
I feel I should be able to see my breath.
Rose petals wither on the floor
As I am left to douse the candles and close the door.
Drawing the shades
To complete the darkness
Of what was once so sweet,
there is nothing left but a memory
As the smoke fills the room,
a murky suspension blurs the dim light
Golden stars of dust, suspended,