Watch her
This is a quick poem:
Watch her, as she fades
from second to third in the perspective
walking, quickly, silently away
she used to live in every object
her mere touch giving life to the tedium
coloring the world around us both
Her breath rang out like a bell
a soft exclamation, a joyous sound
that echos still in the silent walls
Watch her, as she fades
the pictures of us or her removed and hidden
like some unwanted deformity
our lives were fully intertwined
but now there is only the memories
the stench of her on all my things
and yet, despite the absense
all I can see in the darkness is her form
gentle and sleeping in our bed
Watch her, as she fades
out of my journals, my notebooks,
out of my fucked-up poetic life
I romanced her with words, words, words
a thousand lines to her beauty and strength
written for her enjoyment, and her alone
once, I wrote these poems to her
now, silent and brooding, I still write
but only about her...
The one who walked away
Watch her, as she fades
from second to third in the perspective
walking, quickly, silently away
she used to live in every object
her mere touch giving life to the tedium
coloring the world around us both
Her breath rang out like a bell
a soft exclamation, a joyous sound
that echos still in the silent walls
Watch her, as she fades
the pictures of us or her removed and hidden
like some unwanted deformity
our lives were fully intertwined
but now there is only the memories
the stench of her on all my things
and yet, despite the absense
all I can see in the darkness is her form
gentle and sleeping in our bed
Watch her, as she fades
out of my journals, my notebooks,
out of my fucked-up poetic life
I romanced her with words, words, words
a thousand lines to her beauty and strength
written for her enjoyment, and her alone
once, I wrote these poems to her
now, silent and brooding, I still write
but only about her...
The one who walked away