1. Forgotten

There are marks of red on your white shirt.

And it pours out of my chest,

Your hands are holding on to something,

Mine are only red.


The snow is falling outside,

I can see our footsteps,

The space between them,

Are miles away.


I left the windows open,

So I can feel the cold

There’s flowers standing near them,

But I'd never look

Because I would only find out,

That you already forgot.

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