stillmank:

A silent hand shake in the dark -
I keep roses fresh in my mind
for when the lights turn low

I start talking about a million things
and all of it veers off as the sun sets
and I figure out which word stands
next to the other and then wonder

I’ve looked deep into the darkness
and though I search for a back to
caress or a new way to explain
all of this - all I see is what is left

A silence greets me
I keep roses fresh in my mind
and wait for the lights to turn low