Red Love

What can I do?
It doesn’t seem to matter if I say I love you
The silver on my skin
The space only paper thin

To see the reaction from the red
The only sight as I lay dead
The whispering of sweet things
The remembrance of past flings

They can’t compare
To the love we used to share
My dying thoughts were the last
All thoughts of our caring past

What did you see?
Did it feel like you lost the key?
The key that held every part of me
and locked away every memory

I don’t want you to forget
Not even to regret
If I could, I wish you would accept
The ever present feeling of my dying concept