I can see your reflection on a windowpane, far away
A reason to live for
Or an excuse for my cowardice?
I can see myself in the windowpane too
With my arm around myself
Aren't I pathetic?
I close the door.
We switched off the lights.
You were gone now.
Just left with darkness.
I blow hot air against the windowpane
And it condenses
With my shaky hand yet determined mind
I wrote my last words
But I know by the time someone finds me
The words would have faded
Along with any signs of my life
I open the windowpane.
Embracing the strong wind, I took a leap of faith.
I'm gone now.
Just left in red.
- Author: zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2023 12:59
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