Ampersand

Obituary

A breathless corpse,
that used to respite love poems
– you killed it –.

Umbrellas can't cover you from tears.
Just like laughter can't cover me from fears.

A cemetery built with our songs,
with graves made of love.
You're the grave keeper that I used to be,
but I turned around and laughed it out.
There's no point in keeping this sinuous path
that we know leads nowhere.
So I recommend turning the light off
and begin dreaming – the only way
this might not be over –.

There's thousands upon thousands
of mountains that separate our skies.
But mine is higher and beautiful, and I
let yours be clouds
– and just somber clouds –.

Yet, let me say I feel guilty
you're not alone, but you're raining down
on everything; and you're out of place.
So thunder and crack and turn on fire
until you burn down – a newborn face –.

Like an insomniac night, on LSD
you seem to be hallucinating of me
– but it's too late; I'm happy –.

And toxic rivers flow beside us,
you jump, swim with love sharks,
they devour your teeth;
just smile with your eyes,
and I won't consider it a loss.

And now we're so much further.
But maybe healthier.

It was a good run.