| You Left The stars tonight look like holes in an old rotten blanket held up to the sun, mute orbs that watch my bitterness as you walk away, like a gray coat who marches to his death. You threw down the broken white eggshells of my peace and ground them until they were the white sands of my despair. The clouds tonight are like steel, they turn their eyes away as you give up with hunched shoulders and bowed head like a coward who prays with bloodied wrists for his final salvation. I still see you in the dried red roses that hang from my ceiling. |