Hazy and halting breaths,
Have never said so much before,
As when you came to leave me.
Standing at the door,
Almost saying- Don't go.
You said, "You're leaving?"
Words had lost their place,
In this space,
Like dead flowers,
That were kept but forgotten.
While the rotten-
Yellow stains on the pages
Will later say- I,
Was the one who walked away,
When you were the one,
Who never asked me to stay.
-Jason
