Deathly Remorse

I lay

Alone

Against the kitchen floor

Awaiting for you to walk through the door

My milk cloth dangling alongside the pantry door, longing for you to take me and hold on

I lay

Alone

A knife in hand

Attempting to cling onto any remorse I once had

I wait and look

For your very presence

To enter the room, and make my casket no longer present

A facade of envy filling inside my heart, every time I remember that you’re the one I lamentably lost

A memory, a sentiment, a remembrance of the ones that’ve dispersed

No longer a thought, but a fantasy conversed...

I lay

Alone

Deathly reminding myself of how long you’ve been gone

Placing an opponent of human nature against my prized possession

Slowly, painfully, yet remorsefully, slitting away any thought you were every truly there

I lay

Alone

Death upon my merciless soul

Knowing that, no matter how much I may want you, you’ll never come home