You & me
are entwined,
a vine wrapped
around your
rib; my spine,
your death
does not sever it,
I feel the pull
at night in my
bed where I
hang off your
every word,
so much I have
learnt to dread
the cursed
dawn; the way
it silences your
tongue, but this
light is not for
long, I wait
out the day
to hear your
twilight song