Withering


I’m standing in our bedroom
The room that we had spent decades and decades long, sharing our love with one another
Passionate as thousands of red roses,
fierce as blazing fire of our frantic heart thumps,
soothing as cool touch of fingertips in the end of autumn,
warm as the gleam of a morning sun,
a full blossoming garden

Now I’m hunched down and withering
The passionate roses in me had died with you
The blazing fire in me had been put out years ago by you
The soothing cool touch of your long fingertips had been cold,
even in the midst of a warm summer day

I’m withering, darling
And it’s only a matter of hundred thousand more breaths
I will join you

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