*the day that it happened the sky was the color of buttermilk and the sun frowned upon the earth, the flowers you gave me wilted and i cut myself with a kitchen knife. *the blood dripped crimson ribbons into a stainless steel sea as i cried for the unfortunate.. or just for the food i burnt *i heard the door open and slam. i closed my eyes in desperation, and i turned and leaned on the counter, to open my eyes to your face. *the facts said you died last year yet i could see your face and feel your breath on my neck. but as i reach out a wondering hand you disappear *the day it happened the tears flowed forever and i couldn't sleep that night the day it happened i knew that i wouldn't be alright.
Reason for writing:
I am not completely happy with this poem but i have been
assured it is good and still think it is worthy of some
kind of recognition. I submit this to all the people who have
lost a loved one or, as i have found, lost a boyfriend who
they thought felt true love for them, and not only feel he has
left but is truly dead.
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