lost love

[kitsunegari]

she would cry out in despair
if he ever said her name
because there's nothing left to believe in anymore

though the lights will shine so bright
the shadow that she bears
is more than everything she'd asked him for

but every summer she flings open the blinds
lets the sun bleach out the sheets
trying to get rid of all the stale memories

until a knock on the door
and a kind familiar face
cradles her weak and weary bones
in his gentle warm hands
to her final resting place.