let me tell you a secret -

it's a november afternoon 

my lips are chapped,

i am on my bed

somewhere a bird is calling out to some other bird

winter is not yet here

and my hands are sweaty.

i want to go and tear down the clocks

and crawl back to a time

when this house was a home 

and the radio played a soft 90s love song.

we dance in the kitchen 

our tummies touching ever so slightly.

i know my hair will grow mosses

my knees will go weak and my eyes lose focus.

this forest will someday swallow me whole

and you won't remember me.

but today i am here,

with a heart you left me with,

a heart that has not learnt to let you go

beating meekly in a body

that is trying to undo the blood 

you have spilled on my floors.

they say love never dies.

they were wrong, i guess for

love only kills.