Isolation

The moon danced making lavender patterns across the wall

The wilted flowers sat in your shadow as you say without saying a word

Silence.

It was February now but for some reason you still had trouble grasping the fact that I love you.

The words felt like blood seeping onto your skin

Tying you down

Killing you in an empty grave

But, alas, I am not God and my words do not hold enough strength for you to die

But your empty eyes stare right through me and, sure enough, have the power to make my nervous system stop responding to every single part in my body