(You used to write me poetry)

inky botches have pooled over

the creases of spider skinned paper

(and I hid them, pooled them)

barely visible beneath the spill are words

and they whisper, velvet soft

(under the black abyss.)

drowning in their iridescent pools

lilting voices echoing haunted stories

(And I forgot them)

losing meaning in repetition, voices garbled

along with visibility

(I forgot you)

and

The words are lost

(I didn't want to see.)

potent ink fades

(Now I can't remember

silver spun letters

(Your voice or the way

now chrome rust

(You signed your name)

decay