Dear God,

haven’t I suffered enough?

Why can’t I stop thinking about her!

That walk, that cold dying smile,

Make it stop !

You know, I believe in true love.

Because when it’s real,

You’ll die a million times looking,

Staring at one stupid damn picture.

A photo of two whom used to be alive.
Not some shadows being pushed through
The unfairness of a passing second.
It all began with two red roses,
And went as far as a remaining one,
You.
Yes, you.