Lights Off

We were a vase of faltering flax flowers,

faded navy petals begging for life.

I crept into your room trying to reach you.

Hoping that we could pretend

that everything was alright.

I was foolish for keeping the lights off

because I approached your bed blindly,

shattering our vase.

And the flax flowers

that once bloomed beautifully

whose sweet scent always made you smile,

now surround scattered fragments

of our fractured flower pot.

Fragments that are too damaged

to be pieced back together.

I anticipated your anger

because I’ve screwed up before.

But when nothing was said,

that’s when I realized

you were already gone.

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