A place so permanent:
concrete, metal, glass,
immense and withstanding all.
Yet they come and go.

A place so permanent
for an action so fleeting.

I couldn't seem to let you leave.
So I buried you beneath
Silky, white sheets.

You said you adored red.
So I painted them
With every part of you.

I gave you everything
But, I've become afraid.
See it's been awhile
Since my lover kissed me,
Or rolled out of bed.

*I may have killed him,
I think he's dead.