Silhouette

Quietus.

The day I die,
no one should cry.
There should be showers of glee
for I don't want to stain what's left.
We would never end in ruins;
and it would stay that way
even after I get away.
The nights would still be warm
with your breath framing the air I'm craving.
The days would be bright
with the scented candles you've lit
from my obsession cabinet.
Too bright for me to touch,
still I brace the flames
while it withers my skin away
as if it were made to burst
into ashes since the very first day.
I'd leave a stain though,
so miniscule you'd probably miss it.
But the stain would stay
even after I get away.
And you'd cherish that shirt
as if my life depends on it.
And it's probably the only thing left
after I burn everything else down
before I get away.
But for sure I'll leave a stain.
Maybe it isn't that pretty at a glance
and I like it that way.
But every other trace would be gone
as if I were yet to be born.
Even though it's all over.
You'd wish for it to start back up again
but my horrid mind wouldn't give way
when it's racing a thousand miles a second.
I would wither away with time
but oh the stains of love would stay
way past my time here ends at bay.
I will sway with the flames
and you will weep at my shore.
The stain would wither away with time.
But I would still stay
at the feet of your despair
which I would rather not see.
I hope you forget me the day I die,
for the one thing I won't taint
is your gifted smile.
-si