I feel with every sunrise the texture of you
slowly being washed away
from familiar streets and staircases.
I scattered my soul
to the drunken air
above the sun beaten earth.
And quivering knees
beaten and infected with hesitation
slowly leaving footprints
deepened by the weight of shame
Love has shriveled its way
quietly and naturally to death.
From the precincts of cheap apartments and hotel rooms
escape heavy air of heavier heaves.
Everything seems drowned in that one gasp
the one with together - with each other.
Perhaps there was a purpose somewhere
tucked between shared meals or beds
Nesting between embraces, arguments and kisses.
I hear and feel nothing.
Warm tears wetting my cheeks, neck
entangled in my scattered hair - now lost.
Only a sense of numbness
etched beautifully into my skin
deepened and deepening by the age of time -
unravaged and uncaptured by memory.