Euphoria: A Poetry Collection by Rosemary - HTML preview

Watching a few leaves drift into a puddle of water

to my right.

Trying to listen to the footsteps walking by,

running down the ramp and up the stairs.

Stare.

I still feel you stare and I finally look.

Still holding my hand so if I fall I know you'll

catch me

and then with the great power of euphoria shining

through my smile

with the scariest of butterflies swarming through

my tummy.

You looked me in the eyes and told me you loved

me.

Now… Now I can die peacefully.

Or so I thought.

Tic Toc

You see,

I would like to say the clashing and banging of

plates and pans

were the noises my brain made up

and that the music box in my mirror

playing its tiny tune

as I fell into the gray was real

but no.