Gone.

Blink. Breathe. Stay.
She smiles wryly
I melt. She drifts away.

Infront of my eyes - her face
My heart beats wildly
Blink. Breathe. Stay.

Talk to me - I pray
She whispers kindly.
I melt. She drifts away.

I'll perish, I'll fade
Her heat right beside me
Blink. Breathe. Stay.

Her love's gone astray
She nudges me lightly
I melt. She drifts away.

Memories shaded gray
clutch me tightly
Blink. Breathe. Stay.
I melt. She drifts away.
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  1. P7 September 2017 at 20:48

    I really like this poem. However, I think it could be titled something different.
    Also, I would like to know why certain words like breathe and she drifts away have been made bold?

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  2. Unknown7 September 2017 at 20:57

    Thanks for the input, I realize now that the title seems a little repetitive so I'll keep that in mind and change it. As for certain words being bold, I thought of it with a certain gravity, so as italics represent one voice, the bold words are a different voice in one's mind that commands them or the voice of realization.

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