Less than you and lesser still
with every step - as I look
over my shoulder I see you smiling
and wish I could do the same,
but not me. My heart bleeds until
I slip in the scarlet puddle and fall,
looking up at you looking forward.
As I lie there, not quite dying,
you forget and shine. I fade; all
I am is dust and grey. You stand tall,
but not me.