you told me i was a leaf; reaching into the tainted sky. when you died, when the winter of my life came, i hit the floor and slowly turned to rust.

if i were a someone; i would let go to move. if i were a someone; i would have hobbies to feed the time away. if i were a someone there would be a somebody to say 'you are a someone' but there is not. you are not what happened here, they silenced your words and drowned your light with shadows from the dark north. i’ve heard this story a thousand times but never once felt it. what happened here is nothing prettier than the sight of your collarbones. i wait now, i wait for the silence of my life to hit.

-always always R.