the coda,
            it haunt s
I was not ready to
return to the start.
an abruption of horror and
loss;
how could you loathe me?

she doesn’t know my favorite flower;
she’ll never ask

you somehow say more words
although it was your decision
silence is just a conversation of the eyes

at a time we shared a tongue
now
our ****** up gaze holding, of which
such an act is outside
the law.
such hell-bound intimacy

the coda
you haunt