The space between us
echoes.

The sound traverses the heavens,
and returns to me
in hell.

A lost note,
waiting for twin lips to hum its tune.

A grand spectacle
of feelings that are lost
in the Lethe.

The river now at my feet,
a remedy to the heat you cast upon me.

The only oasis
offered to me
is oblivion.

I drink it in,
swallow the bitterness,
until your name
goes numb on my tongue.