drops of blood from my thorny fingers
onto our white satin sheets
i was plucking roses from the garden for you as you lay asleep
light streaks from the sun peaking through every single raindrop
sweet mint tea lingers on your lips
as i map out the details of your face, of your existence
and recollect the good, the bad
the memories of us
i kiss you goodbye
or maybe it’s see you later
i guess we’ll know in time

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