Divided

I was the end of love

I was burnt sage

I was macerated in love

Fragmented whiteness in its wake

I was eaten alive

Exorcised

From your heart

Where I never really had my place

Now

There’s gruyère thick in the air

And pastry

It’s Paris

Or at last it should have been

Our love is on offer

To the guillotine

As the piano’s notes roll off my tongue in ways

Desperately the words I don’t have the skill to say

The cigarette curls

And the ashes,

They’re sick of pain

But yet, we wanted it

Just the same

We should call each other

Before it’s too late

But It’s too late

What we had was cashmere

Or I’ve convinced myself that was the case

Now all I want is the sweet smell of café

And Milos Foreman having his say

As the memory of you

Wafts astray

We’re tired and

It’s your prejudices in the way

Or maybe they’re mine

It hurts me to say

It hurts me to say

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“The Eulogy of Love”

I remember when my great love died.

“In every lifetime, I will find you.” 

“We’ll always be special to each other.  We’ll always be in each other’s lives.” 

It’s been, what, maybe two years since we’ve spoken. 

And that

Was that

Silence

I thought it was for every lifetime  

Maybe it was only for a piece of this

And maybe that’s good enough 

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for CC 🖤