Love and Death

I tried writing letters to you,
But my fingers are sewn together with grief.
Gaping wounds and untidy sores –
The birth of forever scars.
 
My thoughts are wrapped in thick sheets of pain.
My spirit, sinking into the abyss of agony –
The very heart of seven hells.
Even speaking is impossible.
My throat is clogged with trauma
Faint mumbles resonate back
into my belly like tiny shreds of glass.
 
When our finger slipped under the lightless moon,
Our thousand symphonies snaped into
A dirge for lost love
Memories of you became
A living curse.
Like pepper paste
Smeared on my sorrowful sores.
 
All I am left with is the
Memory of your last breath –
The cold warmth of death’s gentle kiss.
And the reverberating silence of the wind the
Night I died with you.
 
I will sit with my misery
At the edge of dusk and dawn, and
At the center of noon
Till death brings me to you.
But until then,
I will relive your death.