Graveyard

Sometimes I awaken to

Little streams of sunshine

That creep through my window,

Hitting the faded patches of

Paint, a graveyard on the wall

Where photos of us once hung

The bones buried away under my bed

Like tombstones for a love that

Died long ago, littered with

Roses that have somehow

Retained their beauty

Even long after it has faded

From your smile

 

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