Cement
Lifeless— on the black cracked cement
The grey begins to show
Like you are— grey and lifeless
How could you be so unaware of the death that roars on the cement
How could you not know they would end you—
They have definitely ended you
Lifeless like I, blue as a knight
Just like me, you lay on the cold rumble
Breathless, motionless—
I stare hoping, praying, crying
That you would open your eyes for me.
Please open them for them.
I sit to nothing– wait for nothing
You don’t come back
Cold eyes turn black—no longer filled with light
You become merged with the cement
I stare hoping, but no longer crying–
I knew you were never coming back.
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