when all that's left behind
are stars directionless
but sparkle still;
and drafted texts,
as words fail and thoughts rail
thrashing drums inside
her mind
when efforts disappoint,
words never uttered,
the monitor never lit
and i love yous hang
in empty space
when names evanesce
and smiles wither,
unspoken words and broken oaths
dispatched along time's map
when reconciliation stings
more than the interspace kept
and all that's left on the monitor
are straight lines,
with no ecg waves
when silence mends
the wrecked cosmos
deep within cracked rib-cages
and ruptured organs
tears will no longer
ambush her
when breathlessness attacks
YOU ARE READING
letters he'll never read
Romance"and if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die" dear you, imy. before i knew it, you disappeared into thin air; but even after you were gone, you were still my muse. and what terrified me the most was that there's still a lifetime left...
