Night and Day,
Shifts in Systems and Cycles,
Moon, Tyrant, Wounds,
You, gone,
left me Bereft,
All Cut up,
Spat Out,
Like a Bloody War,
Left me Here,
Like Hanging Flesh,
and all I have Left is the Dregs of this Tea to Remember,
To Remember the Good Parts,
The Ones through which Beauty could never Forget,
I don’t Forget, could Never?
How can One Forget their Love?
To Remember the Good Parts
Not the Ones you Sharpened Your Knife against,
Not the Ones you Sliced me In,
Striked with Blood,
Betrayal of Word, of Memory.
Struck with a Sword you dug Deep into my Back.