Connecting dot to dot
Body after body,
Love feels out of reach,
Hands longing to grasp skin,
Knees upon the shore,
Touching what will always
Remain a memory.
I tried to talk you out of it.
Tried talking myself into it.
Finding those sweet corruptible lines
Between your world and mine,
Now, the way things stand.
I wore your clothes on my way back.
Through clouds I flew
And looked for you everywhere.
I hit the ground and nothing had changed,
Everything was still the same,
Breathing amidst destruction
Yet the sun was shining.
And it couldn’t reach me.
I carried a suitcase full of death.
I smelled of you and you were gone.
Your ring, a carousel around my finger.
And I just kept walking with your choice
In my bones, street after street, a day by day city,
And I was wading through,
You made it so hard, so hard
To stand straight and move.
You couldn’t handle love.
And I would not have hesitated.
Not even for a second.
My love does not wither.
Croque-Melpomene 