I saw you walking slowly
the torn sleeve
your face almost happy
despite
the torn sleeve
“Where are you going?” I asked you. “Why are you so happy?
Your eyes should be bleeding
and your heart shattering.
He didn’t answer but smiled at me and
I touched your blue wool jacket
with the torn sleeve
and it was almost like touching the void.
“Don’t go,”
I said, crying.
You shook your head.
“You can’t, love,”
you said.
“The torn sleeve
is for me.”
(difficult time)
the torn sleeve
your face almost happy
despite
the torn sleeve
“Where are you going?” I asked you. “Why are you so happy?
Your eyes should be bleeding
and your heart shattering.
He didn’t answer but smiled at me and
I touched your blue wool jacket
with the torn sleeve
and it was almost like touching the void.
“Don’t go,”
I said, crying.
You shook your head.
“You can’t, love,”
you said.
“The torn sleeve
is for me.”
(difficult time)
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