A Better Place
By bedazzled •
Your name circulates
the edges of my mind,
always there
beneath the surface;
I cannot forget.
You are gone
and the colours
of the autumn trees
seem like a hoax.
They mourn for you
too.
And why am I still here
while you have left this place?
What determines one fate
over another?
What right do I have
to breathe this frozen air?
The questions pile
and the weight pulls me down.
I stare at the hole
torn from the future.
I wonder what it could've
offered to you.
And the broken hearts
press against the glass
of my thought stream.
Can I really believe
you're somewhere
better.