You come running, running,
haltingly...
...another mad dash
but no longer dashing.
The freshness of innocence
long gone.
Your hair flowing, flowing,
Broken...
..by harsh winds
of life.
I stand afar off,
first happy, later sad;
Conflicted..but not for long:
the joy of seeing you
Again,
...Vanishes,
unseated by dismay
at the sight of a broken shell.
The eyes, the good looks,
the lips, the sultry voice
remain same,
maybe even better.
But they come alone;
empty, haunted,
without mirth.
Shocked numb..
..shoves of remorse
push me into stuttering steps.
Blades of regret
pierce...
something ruptures
within me.
The tears pour freely,
the blood in my stare
stays frozen.
You see my pain,
somewhere..
..you can no longer find
you know it should crush you
...but a broken shell
can't break any more.
You run into my arms
but my warmth is for the living.
You wrap me in cold;
Fingers of ice
all around my heart.
I struggle to forgive
myself
for living....
...while you died.
Albert_okjr
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