Day: Feb 22, 2022

The white roses are covered in the morning mist

As you walk out the door with red rage in your fists.

I don’t know where you’re going,

Don’t know if you’ll come back,

But my heartbeat is slowing,

Healing from your attacks.

Still, I smell the pale flowers as I watch you go,

With each step that you take I breathe in more vertigo.

I don’t know where you’re going,

Don’t know if you’ll come back.

Maybe I’m tired of knowing,

Maybe I’ve lost track.

-Jackie