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there is an earthquake
in my soul,
my heart falls to pieces-
to blackened dust
on your floor.
I'm sorry I've made such a
mess
out of my flesh and bones.

I know what I am
a ghost among living beings.
I ache and I beg but have
no tears left to spill.
I said nothing as you swept me out your door.
What's left of me belongs to the wind.
T
The sun that lines your lips,
Made me think of you
Everyday since then.
It's the rush I felt from kissing you,
That keeps me up at night.

Was it the immeasurable light
That radiated from your laugh?
Maybe the way each flower
Bloomed in your direction
Or each star
That looked away in envy?

It all comes back to me,
The feeling of walking on air
And tripping on every step.
The comfort you made me feel
When I was nervous as hell.
They way you put galaxies in my eyes
And made roses bloom
In each lung.
The way the littlest things remind me of you.

Everytime I hear you voice
I feel a rush of releif.
But still I sit and wonder
How someone so beautiful
Someone so extraordinary
Someone who'd put the sunset to shame
And make every orchid sigh,
Could have found something to like
in me


*Floof
C.Z
  May 2014 Christopher Zaghi
Eli
It seems like hypocrisy
the way the ones promising a heaven
grow old
and on their death beds cry
"life is far too short"
because they wasted theirs
humming hymns and cowering in a pew

I saw it on the news
that a church burnt to the ground
with a hundred or so people inside
and I have to ask you
did the lord hear their prayer?
(b.r.o.)
The moon
Was in your eyes
The entire time.

It hid behind
Two dark pupils
And a gaze
That said
I'm sorry,
For what I'm about to do.
C.Z
It rained tonight.
Did you know that it reminded me of you?
The sound of each drop hitting the pavement.
A simple reminder of the day I first saw your face
And the sweet "hello" I'll always remember.

It rained tonight.
The smell of wet pavement filled my room
And I could almost hear our footsteps in tandem
Walking through the winding city.

It rained tonight.
The concrete must've been cold
Like the pavement we sat on by the lake*
Where we watched the water bob and weave.
Where we smoked our cigarettes and just stared out.


*It rained tonight -
And hope it never stops.
I had to just write down how I felt.
Christopher Zaghi 2014
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