Wrought iron gates
Swing open
They permit me entrance
To see the past
It seems this place is always
Grey
Even when the sun comes
Out
To
Play
I kneel beside you
Though you sit beneath me
Gallons words and space
Echo inside me
I pat the earth
Hoping to warm your
Frozen heart
Perhaps your skeleton smiles
Your heart beats
For a while
Wrought iron gates
Swing open
They permit me exit
From the past
I step into the busy street
Of life
And dare to take
A
Glance
Back
I wonder if you heard my footsteps leaving
I wonder if your wounds are still bleeding
I wish I could lie
Beside you
But I must go on
Without you
I must carry the life
Inside you
Breathing so you can live
Sleeping so I can die
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