The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


90. Better

What if things don't get better,

and what if I don't forget you?

I cut your name into my flesh

despite the bloody mess.

I still put letters in your mailbox,

even though your house was

foreclosed upon seven months ago,

now vacant.

What if my life ended with yours?

Everything stopped when your heart did,

and ever since, my time has been frozen.

I tried to be happy, but without you,

I'd be better off dead.

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