The sliver of you ran red like blood. You said everything and there I was, standing still.
My hushed breath. You caught yours.
I was on my way to see a friend.
The words escaped and made no mark. You undressed my promises while I floundered in fortune lost.
The Louvre and eager hands. I was blind to the siren sound.
We were alive. Immortal for a while.
But you forgot and the loss unseen was a damp smudge to a vibrant sheen.
I was left to fight the world alone. Pricked by thorns as I smelled the rose.
I beat the odds to take me back.
To the trust in life in every beat.
But I sit in silence as Limbo calls.