Moon Cohem

 for dale. I have recollected your remains, the texture of your bare hands, and the warmth that you offered in the profundity of my soul. You had loved me as though I am a rose That bled scarlet tears and wear Ever so many flounces of petals. And when our clocks disappeared, You uttered your worries and regrets. We shared perplexing fears at dawn, and melancholy at night. You have devoured my name and still, you collapsed like a fainting star during the Earth's darkest hour. The ensuing nights floated in stillness  And we became distant to our hearts. Our luminescent lamp turned dull and feeble, until it can no longer extend its bliss. My old love, I waited for your sun, only to witness how you offered roses in someone else's hand. All rights reserved.