Being together,
Living together,
Sharing together,
Then being separated by death,

We have no need for
something
so long and drawn out.

*Eternity was there in your smile.

I am full of memories
painted on our ceiling
when we were just two kids
and the rain wasn't hurting anyone

do you remember the smell of smoke
coming from the leaves our mother used to set fire to?
remember the November sunsets
when we'd play stupid games
and none of us was a winner?

remember how we used to sit in front of the fire
playing cards and drinking wine
we thought our lives would be like a smooth sailing on the ocean
yet here we are
miles away from each other
and the music doesn't sound the same
and our cards are missing
still no one is a winner

still
the smell of burning leaves wakes me up at night
still
we are apart
and the wine we drink daily
has no taste
and we keep on playing
even though our lives are like a wrecked ship
in the middle of an ocean that's always dark
we are still lying to ourselves
but deep inside we do know
the wine has changed its colour

and so did our eyes.

much  darker they are
much clumsier our fingers
much number the feelings

and
somewhere,
the leaves are falling
and they are burning
we just can't smell them
                       anymore.

barely lighting the corner of the room
the corner
where
she stood

there lightly stands a shadow  of gloom
so normal
where
she stood

fair dark and resounding
like she still
is there
saddened

by the bare echoes found
within
a corner of
her head

hiding
forever
it is

real and perceptible
to me
like the
sun
going down

parade then serenade me wordless foolish
brash then coyly fervently shush
me with that smile
fit me into the folds of silkish
flesh the  fuzz of peaches cushiness
brush me with eyelashes
feathered
long
like traces of
heaven flash
hold me with velvet
inside
arms of holding lastness
caution me with whispers scold
me with rushing cries

He hasn't buried the baby within
but today he buried the ashes of his baby
crying like a baby
as the river devoured the bone dusts
and all the remnants
of the cuddles and kisses
hollowing him to remember
the guest of his blood
that would feed on his grief
for the rest of his life.