you are dust in your gravesand and dirtI am warm in my bedI never thought I could bear it; to think of youconsumed by wormsbut here I amalive and wellsometimes even happy

I always believedI would remain a placeyou call homeno matterwhere you wentor with whomnow I find myselfstanding on the shorestaring at an empty seathe sun is settingI have no morereasons left to smile

I have known what it isto starve; I have notforgottenbut to be without your loveis a hunger gnawingat my very bonesI sit here listening;let it consume everythinginside me

on the other side of the worldyou hold me in your heart as home, your north starI sit here hoping you never returnI once held your name so precious in my mouth, saying it only with tendernessit took me three tries to remember it todayhow cold, to love a woman like mewho only loved you once

another new dayI find myself freezing in another airport loungeface against the cold glasswatching the endless lights dancing in the distancethey warm the heart - flickering, fading, flaring up again...I place my wishes for you on them - love, joy, peace, time, space, bliss...somewhere a voice is callingbreaking through the memoriesit's time now to fly away again.

wait until she leaves youwhen you wake up to a life drenched in grief, limbs heavyher scent still on your skinthe coloured-everything-and-then-left ache of her unloving, the absent presence of hereverywhere, every minute, her laughter, her warmthher throaty, brazen whispers wait until you wake up feeling her hands on you and thenremember she is gonethe echoing emptinesswhen the once-abundant waterfall ...

you are a precipiceand I like to live a little too dangerouslyrushing headlongwhen I see the fallshattering ecstasysuch delicious violencecolour me satedwhen blood is drawn

today I am that girl on the trainred notebook, blue penscribbling your namedo you even knowI want to sink my teethinto the side of your palmdo you even know youhold my heart in those hands

born right in time for a violent uprisingshortly before the breakout of a three-decade-long warin a country where no less than seven people die in road accidents every single dayand one natural disasterclaimed almost thirty-one thousand lives in the space of a half-a-morning how is it that death has not claimed you yet?[my love-hate holds you bound tightly tothis earth]

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