There was

a Before

-

and now there’s

After.

Finding frailty

in numbers they grew,

words of passion, devotion,

this unknown emotion

of the bleeding hearts

and tormented souls.

The kiss of comets

and shooting stars

-- that night

I forgot what it was to be truly

alone

for the first time in centuries.

The bitter taste

of black coffee lingers

on my pillow

as I bite down hard enough to break skin.

Wishes

and

windowpanes smashed in anger

never enough to rid oneself of the

biting tongues – stop.

And my plea is,

“God

if you exist,

please send an ill fated piano

from the too blue skies.

I shall await my impending doom and grovel.”

When they say this L word

lie

love

lobotomy;

they all mingle in my head

like whirling

seeds of dandelions to dance in the summers’ gale.

"Love,"

our

cemetery plots in rows side by side

crammed into the tiny pieces of Earth

we lay ourselves down for eternity

and

whimper.