I stood in the corner,
Not wanting to be read.
For I knew the sharpest glimmer
That your eyes always held.
A couple of eternities passed
I watched your iced skin thaw
Scarlet were the tears you shed,
Or your nails were what I saw.
I hollered in my little space,
“How many more to go?”
Your smile was one of heavenly grace,
But your fingers seemed full of woe.
Soon I heard the angels fall
I picked up a shattered rose
Sleep wrapped around me as I sprawled
As your whisper bid adieu, full of poise
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