Our Final Goodbye

The dark room holds no promises,

and I give myself over to the unknown.

I am unsure if this is poison or merely a cautionary fib.

***

The nostalgic memories leave a scar.

With my eyes closed, I relive the fragmented pieces of you.

I am all but acidic, and I am envious of the flowers that bloom above you.

***

Although, I continue to keep my eyes closed,

and our gavel-to-gavel discourse comes to an end.

I no longer entertain the useless banter, and I focus.

***

I keep my eyes closed,

And from the pit, out in the distance,

I see a thread of perplexing and vibrant color.