Poetry

Dream III

You walked into the room

A hole in your chest

You fell to the ground

This was it

Your eyes pits of blood

On your back

You couldn’t see

You were scared

I couldn’t help

Our last few words passed

And then you

I wasn’t ready for it

But I don’t think I ever would be

My eyes pits of tears

I couldn’t believe you were gone

And I didn’t even say I love you

1.VIII.2020

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