good bye

I dream of the day
where life falls away
and the seconds pass so slow
the wind softly blows
outside where we lie deep
together as one, not two;
I dream I'm not blue.
I imagine you're here,
everything is gone but now,
shadows dance along the walls
and you're safe with me
and I don't grieve.
I see a night not lost to emptiness
and your hair fans out in artistry
and our legs entwine in knots
forever unbreakable
and tomorrow will never come.
Soapbox Artist: collecting art & literature of the worst kind