34. Lady Oblivion

What do I need?
 
Not these empty picture frames,
A glitch of memory a taste of what comes after the fall,
I fake a twisted truce of belief,
A kick in the side,
Deciding between the here and now,
The forever and after,
I need the air,
I gasp,
I trace your empty body with ashes,
Painting in the smear of cigarettes,
Priceless “I Love You”’s in darkened blotches,
I grasp my black circle and throw it around,
A constant reminder of the burden I bear,
You won’t die in my arms, in my mind or my soul,
But forever in my heart, your bones remain.
 
I am over this.
I am over this.

The End

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