Ropes

what we used to have exists no longer.

astral

we meet on the astral plane.

tragedies

tragedies tear apart lives.

ripped apart

nothing, Death says, comes for free.

loss

our fingertips brush the trickle of tear, silent sighs,when forever was foreverbut became temporary. when your heart was my heartthe time beating togethernow the endless stretchpausing between measures, uncertainmelody – apart. lingering fragrancemixed with the bitterness of tears, flower b l o o m e donce here, but the sun enveloped by night disappeared. walls

superficial

superficial woundsdigging its way into my souli’m falling apart words are just words until they start to hurt.

apart

empty rooms, blank space,miles apart, yet touching hands,both mouths now sewn shut