No matter how much suffering you went through, you never wanted to let go of those memories
― Haruki Murakami
voices, filled (the air)
have, one more
don’t despair
(warm) fingers, tracing, searching
did they (who watched) care
have, one more
more, and more
no one (really) saw
or so, it seemed
blue eyes
yes (they cared, oh how so much)
told, no lies
feelings rising
choices, stretching
(out)
don’t be scared
choose, the blue
ride, the red
you’ll soon
be
dead
red
This week, my poetry prompt is red
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