losing you was like
a novel ending in the middle
of a sentence,

like thinking an extra step
was there in front of you
in the dark.

like falling
over and
over and
over again.

three words melting
upon your tongue
a honeyed tide,
heart awash

a drop of sunfall
upon your skin
garden lungs
a rose petal mouth

an unknown name
upon your throat
a silent prayer
you, you, you.

i worship my own misery,

sacrifice my happiness
at an altar of dread
pray to feel nothing,
until a laugh is
an act of sin.

in that moment,
we were modern gods
we ruled from city rooftops,
mist dripping from our lips
ambrosia flowing in our veins