Maplespal

A moment: Cut palm

You can ask the dead flowers by my side,
ask the poured out wine or broken bottle.
I have no want, desire, or care to answer you.
Looking at this moment I don\'t want to have lied.
The flowers are dead and I poured out the bottle,
that is all I want to share with any of you.
Before I walk from this spot I need to be calm,
the blood is from the broken bottle cutting my palm.
I need to be left alone for a few coming days,
just to review over and over how this day plays.
Walk away please and just leave me here,
there are some thoughts into which I need to peer.