White blossoms fall

Wither

She is crying

He listens

And he mourns

.
Sound of rain

Tears

Love is lost

Life’s blood

Has left her

.
Long shadows fall

Dark

I am alone

Once again

Cold and forgotten

.
Am I alive?

Breathe

I can’t remember

This feeling

Am I dead?

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A/N: (Yay! I finally posted something new after over seven months!) Okay, so as the summary says, this is the product of extreme boredom in Statistics AP--a horrible class, by the way. It follows a weird word pattern (3,1,3,2,3), but hopefully it flows pretty well. Please share your thoughts with me!