love boils down to ordinary minutes and hours it is hard to escape from the mundane of food, sleep and bathroom trips it makes it harder to please you when my cooking always falls short of your mother's the only thing I manage better is baking cakes which turns out to be a slow murder to the diabetic you
I remember watching you disappeared into the sea of jacaranda last Spring.
You took the ending chapter of our story with you and left me with the blank pages.
Last night, I dreamed of reading by the jacaranda tree. Purple hearts filled the empty pages overflowing like confetti.
In the morning I reached out for the remnant of you. But the Autumn air was cold enough to frost my purple dream.
I search your hollows
For the remnant of me
There's no trace of any fire ever lit
Did your sorrow rain over our love
Or did I take your soul with me
I see you are still hung up on him
You shed tears on a flooded ground
He is not going with anyone else
He just can't grow old with you
I hate seeing you both drown
Flowers die in endless rain
Shaky ground ends in landslide
Don't let your broken heart filter out the sun
Let the rain be the romantic past
Safekeep for your fated one
Say all the words
to keep us tied
a pair of
with your love
when you are trapped in your maze
keep a smidgen of sensitivity
fathom my fear boiling under the surface
you know my entangled rationale
unfit to guide you to the exit
and your silted decadent
is drowning my brokenness