The silence between you and I
cuts the air from my lungs
airways blocked by cinders and fallen debris
from the trainwreck that we were
What was a harmonious melody
only sour notes left
a distant sound barely audible
perhaps a sigh a gentle breeze
or a whisper from a dying ember.
She felt every bite
every whisper
summoned into the night
unbearable melancholy
burrowed deep into her skin
now resides within her bones.
Every glide and stroke of his tongue sends shivers down her spine summoning the lake to swell, little buds of roses to blossom in sweet harmony with every sound from her lips. Finally the clouds parted and the heavy crescendo of rain came down greeting his warm presence.
I died a million times
when you started hiding
your eyes from me.
I walked into the darkness
soothing my own pain.
Closed my eyes only to
blind me temporarily.
The westerly wind stirs the sail
of the melancholy boat.
I float, I float on the western sea
until the dark shrouded me.
She writes melancholy like she’s lived it before.
Over a cup of coffee 