Facing the residualPosted: November 21, 2012
Oh God! The residual love stings
Like glass splinters in the head, the pain
Lingers, the dolor
Of fading affection is
Bitter sweet, you cannot but weep
From exhaustion, tell yourself
It will all be over soon, but will it
Drown itself in the bog of indifference
That easily, while everything else
Crashes and burns, surrounds you
With throttling smoke?
Love fades, hang on
To its flimsy parting robes, leaving
Deep gashes on your wrists.