Almost History

You are a shadow in burnt red
The weeping willow is rustling loneliness
I can feel your stepping splash
The leaves are rolling with the sea of loss
Rhythmically unconcerned
I know the right and wrong of it
I want to say it doesn't matter
But it does

I watch you walk away
And it seems I'm with tears
I'm left in a morass of swirling loss
There is a storm outside my window
A cold anxiety threads my spine
I experience the terror
Of paralysis
My disintegration

Is where
I'm crying blood
My heart is dripping blood
I have collapsed
In a pool of blood
I'm in a hemophiliac
For you
My eyes are glassing over