Every picture of you I see now
looks sad, your eyes
no longer in love like planets
orbiting some distant sun
that's in its red giant stage like
they already know what's coming to them
anyway so
they should really cut it out already.
And I noticed your cheeks
are fading
into your lips
like an old towel quietly soaking up
water
and even your hair
is depressing, leaving
your scalp in defeat
with roots black,
mourning.
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