• Was it long ago?
    It seems like I never thought anything before.
    I feel a bit empty by now.
    It's like my head has left me.
    I stand this evening,
    where bleeding flowers used to grow.
    Humidity getting closer.
    Still life.
    Can it be, after all this time?
    These tears are the time lost,
    and stolen looks, the way we spoke.
    So this is closure.
    A boring book.
    Pages blank.
    The only word. . .

    Goodbye.