On this day five minutes ago
I saw your purple shadow
It’s true what they say
blue and red make purple
All the blood you are bleeding
with all the tears I am crying
I can see and feel you
But I can’t see nor feel you
our reflection, our own
but our shadows unknown
The only hope I have
Is that you now have your light
shadow isn’t made from dark
And life isn’t made of dusk

As I saw your shape
plastered on the ground
I knew I was late
infected was the wound
Then I wished
shadows could breathe
I wouldn’t need your bequeath
My imagination
became my frustration
The half images of you
all rushed
all starved
of the life we had
and all that
reduced to a shadow
Purple shadow
our life had so much color
but the pain
slayed my glimmer
dulled my shimmer
left me to simmer

That was five minutes ago
When you texted goodnight
I guess I’ll see you
tomorrow, in the afterlife

~ Roméon💜 ~