Your Eyes Were A Caged Fire
I knew it wasn't my business
You said to make it mine
you're gone
the roses have dried
and are still hanging here
Maybe I'll submit to the times
Maybe I'll submit to the New Yorker
I could see us there together
the ghost of you
and whisper of me
I'll read the words your eyes cover
And feel a piece of you
in me
growing
You've made me sad
though however
and ruined all the rest of them
for me
Would it make you glad to know
I wonder,
I wonder
You're gone,
I'm here
all alone with my dead flowers
dead roses so lovely
I'll have to take them somewhere
to set them afire
like the light
you have lit
to drown in the ocean inside me
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