If I could love, I would try
But that emotion died with me years ago
When you walked out the door, leaving me to die on the floor
Leaving me to scream and cry without sound
As I lay dying, slowly breathing I could hear your footsteps
The small echo as they faded into the darkness
I watched you disappear
Swallowed like you were never there
Published: 2/10/2011
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