You're sitting on the couch, watching TV. <br />Wishing that you could be watching me. <br />Wanting me only to exist. <br />Needing nothing save one last kiss. <br />Why couldn't it have been someone else? <br />You cannot imagine how it must've felt. <br />Did I go to Heaven, or was it Hell? <br />You need to know which way I fell. <br />That way you can arrange for us to meet. <br />When you get to sleep your eternal sleep. <br />You'll never let go; I'm the love of your life. <br />You're even beginning to fondle that knife. <br />They tell you to move on; start anew. <br />They tell you that is what's best for you. <br />But you know the truth; they're all insane. <br />One little stab could kill your pain. <br />'I'll do it, ' you think, 'No one will care.' <br />'Maybe she'll be waiting for me there.' <br />You slump in your chair as the world turns black. <br />Crimson stains the carpet; you can't take this back. <br /> <br />(December 2005)<br /><br />Elizabeth Sheaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crimson-carpets-at-dusk/
