I awoke to that **** ebony canvas of the early hours
Vomiting clichés
Your scent still lingers on the indent you left upon the pillow case
Sweetheart, keep you ******* flowers
The past was pancakes and melodies in the brighter days of adoration
Screaming lullabies
Your syllables echo restlessly in my reckless hours
The future is lonely brunch tables and bar stool exchanges of love’s nuances
Delegating responsibilities
I wandered the avenues we used to adore honoring myself a ghostly power
Our shadows shiver in the abandonment of promises
Slashing daisies
We would chain smoke at a bus stop adorned in designer winter coats
We were above the concept of invocations and starlight
******* wisdom
Tired feet never reached the peaceful landing of the eastern coast
Letters splitting and spilling over supplication and maybes
Accosting rivers