lavender pieces
my cello plays a
song for you
one you'll never hear…
my windowsill
held my hand
and i watched your coming fate.
your hands were
cupped with
falling water to cleanse your (un)pure face.
i'm
just whispering "i love you"
into the glass pane…
your knees fell
to the ground
winds began to strengthen
leaves began to
fall…
and darkness looms above you,
but at least some color
is still alive.
- i can feel the
changing atmosphere
tonight. -
your
hands' water has been poisoned
acid
rains upon you…
reality louder than the wind…
poison
shimmers brightly
in this dark, cold evening…
attraction is
like sugar;
your wishing, longing, yearning
(for just one
sip; i mean, that won't
hurt)
right?
but
it wasn't just one sip
it
was two, three, four, and on…
it was everything that fell…
eventually every
drop around you dried…
no longer on the ground,
but living
inside of you.
good-bye, mother.
music plays on
through the asphalt cracks
the ones beneath your head
my
cello's lulling you to sleep tonight
as a thread of darkness
wraps your heart…
the body gone;
disintegrated
everything is gone…
in shock i'm still by the
windowsill
playing, playing on…
the memories
i've left of you,
are only seeds upon the floor…
pieces of
the lavender,
beneath your feet with falling leaves
…only
hours, moments before.