Words that escaped

Can you feel?

Imagine the pain you'd feel, If you could feel your bones ground to dust.

Imagine a pressure, pushing onto your shoulders, your temples. Imagine a weapon hanging by a thread above your head. A bead of sweat rolling down your neck. Could you imagine? Yes? But could you really feel it?

I am comatose on the floor

with my bedroom door ajar.

I know you'd come in

and watch me from afar.

I will always wake up

and see the door closed.

And near my frail body,

a single red rose.

I am sitting in this room tonight

with a question in my head.

Why won't you ever lay me

back on my bed?

Why don't you ask me why

you see me unconscious on the floor?

Why is the only way you communicate

Through a plain rose and a shut door?

I see your delicate body

crumpled to the ground.

The room is dark and I already know,

There's nobody around.

I place the red rose

near your fragile wrist

I know you always wonder why

our meetings are always so brief.

I admire how your body rises and falls

with your breaths.

I admire how it continues to do that even after every time you break.

I look at you from the doorway trying to imagine what you feel,

I can imagine what it feels like but I cannot help you heal.

You are art my dear, I can only understand you from afar

and I cannot feel what you feel.

So I just keep the rose besides you

And close the door behind me.