i wish i was there when you died/maybe in your corpse id find closure.

again i'm roaming,

empty hallways, the spaces between.

red hues emancipate themselves from the windows around.

fire alarms flashing, but never, a single sound.

                           

sneaker squeaks, 

leaving dark splotches, memories, as i go.

the only murmurs. from any world, any one i could know.

emergency lights humming, leaving rooms fuzz and bleak.

                             

a fog crawls in,

through gymnasium doublewides,

hiding posters, portraits, remnants of a feeble life.

a blur is all you could possibly see.

                          

in a locker, somewhere.

is where you could find, a padlocked textbook

written on the cover, "a page divine."

the key in a locket, or a bracelet. in your hands the whole time.

                       

unlocking the book.

admiring old torn pages, the fog cant touch.

a hint of worlds peeking through,

something called enough?

                 

flipping through.

all that could ever, would ever be.

pictures of you,

and florescent glowing trees. marching in droves

                                

to somewhere distant,

past the page, flip it they'd be gone

the edge they cross, you could save, but shouldn't.

its prewritten, they're forced to remain bygones.

                                    

tears mark the page, the one they cross.

it seems I could never get past this part.

so ill forget it all, the book, the page, the loss.

wrap it in chains, locked by my rusty padlock.

             

ill hide the key,

somewhere ill never confide.

a locket or something, close, hidden at all times.

and leave the locker room,

              

again into halls encumbered with red.