Palpitations in Love

Shards & Shrapnel

Resting in darkness
With feelings few
Waiting for microbial worms
To turn us to goo
The fragmented parts of me
And the jagged pieces of you.

Jaded and hazed
From the last couple days
When it was declared
That our time was through.
Conflicted and dazed
It's shadowed in rain
While I stand struck
Unsure what to do

Craving the cut
And wanting the sting
I unearth the place
Where we buried you
And elbow deep in those sharp serrated remnants
The blood flow surely starts to ensue
Coloring the broken bits of me
And the ceramic shards of you

Looking for lost memories
And frantically digging for discovery
Among the tattered broken stew
I feel something now
Light headed and weak
Still scraping on through
The fractured heaps of me
And the lanced shrapnel of you

Losing my sight I near the sense
Of what you felt like or some pretense
It's intensity peaks
As I lose consciousness
And I wake feeling nothing again
Just cut up and lost in the red-brown hue
Picking out the shards and shrapnel
Grabbing my shovel, and reburying you