The Death of My Dearest

My Dearest Love,

I’ll recount the days we laid awake-
the way your soul would pine and shake.
I’ll recall the sound, so somber,
of your heart taking slumber.


I’ll recall how I misplaced you-
mashed you into mush,
stuck you inside the thick lines of ink-
wrote you off somewhere between the lines,
until you faded away.


I’ll recall the way we lost our love:


Seal shut the cellar door,
our hearts have hit the floor-
becoming tangled between the wooden slates,
mangled by our feet as we ran without concern.


The beauty of sweet sunrise
has long escaped our aching eyes.
The golden rays gave way
to the winter we brought upon ourselves.



Lock the bolt, cast away the key-
lay your corpse down next to me.

Feel the cold uninviting ground.
Slip into silence from the sound,
as we fall to whispers and then
to a place where words can not exist.


The dirt fills our mouths now.
We’re losing all we have now.

Give up the silver-lined dreams-
life is fraying at the seems
as we pull the threads so tight
that we snap them between
our skeletal fingers.


The dirt fills our mouths now.
We’re losing all we have now.


Let your lips slip grips with mine,
the hues of blues fit just fine.
Your skin is so ashen, it cracks
and shatters, as it withers from my touch.


You’re all but frozen dear,
near and dear, dying here.


This is how you passed me by.
This is when I said goodbye.


For we were dying just to live
and living just to die.