You wouldn’t try
And I waited in the black garden
I waited for death
And so the rains, they kissed me
Somber in the winters grasp
Dying: a delicate array of loneliness
The sweetness decaying inside
I glow. And I burn out with the rest of me.
You took my hand, but pulled away
My whole existence
Of liquid sunshine
Cascading down my face
Turning into tears for you.

I will wait for you.
To come back and take me once again.

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