Till one day the breeze forgot about my windows
Till that day the dust cut the chords laid by -
the strings ever so rough
from the broken music -
that stemmed from tough and cough
And laughing at the light that cuddled away -
the dust from the neverending months of sundays
Where he waited, and waited.
Till one day.
Night forgot days
They went away
Forgetting their shifts
To follow each other
One kept all the happiness
The other whatever left behind
Nights, day, dust, light, breeze
The play is about to start
But till that day
Where I had eyes free enough to look at them
As they danced thirty two inches apart
Joined and followed by her neverending gasps
Till that day -
I could write, paint, and see
Till one day
I lost my sight
To small pockets of visions
Defined by
What could have been
Why not
Why wouldn't
Why did
Why me
Why her
Why the fucking light
Again
Till that day the breeze chose
To leave my window pane
Where it voluntarily
Left the leftovers of dust
Took all the light
Gave all the fright
Paved all of the simple
Yet
Sharp
Pretty
Shiny
Walk
To the
Short
Gasp
Of
Death.
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