I reached the point of no return
and crossed it.
Into new territory,
Where I've been before.
I'm more hidden than I realized
though I live m life in rainbow hues.
I'm sure my voice won't work
anymore, it's rusty
oxidized from saltwater rain
dripping from clouded eyes.
I remember when they used to shine
the brightest candle blue; shade of joy.
I remember they were yours, too.
Memories run on repeat-
Scratchy old home moves; useless
except for the sentimental.
I wish I could pull out the film
and leave that as an offering-
leave Life,
instead of cut roses.
instead of placing death on a dead grave.
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