cherry

I haven't left this room for days. Could it be weeks?

I haven't seen your face before. Before this very day. Only the best die young, or so they say. What. What-if my time has come? It might be time to say goodbye. But don't forget how much I loved you. You see, no one has touched me like this before. And it's time to go. But I want to stay. No where left for me to be; no time left at all.

Don't tell me you don't know. It's busy up here, despite this small enclosed room. It's a small fit. A snug home. A cold home.

The hurt is running deep and the sky soars high. Bring the sun in on me. I keep the shutters closed. It's easy this way. Easier to say goodbye.

Please don't forget my love for you. Even long after I've left this place my love will hang dank in the air. Stench of life long gone. Replacement is worse?

Time to travel on. Is the road clear or fogged with death. Only you know but you hide from me. I remember your face now. It's been so long. I'm setting off with only my fear as baggage. Time has come. Come and gone.

But don't forget my love of this. This moment we touched and the moment we passed. Don't justify this to me. It's not your place to forgive my disgrace.




i miss you

i miss you

i miss you

i miss you

I miss you