A love-back?
An attempt to reconcile with the love that you once knew to be true.
A request to the lover to return home only to be welcomed by a dead prune.
It is birthing a dead body & waiting for it to breathe soon.
It is waking up in daylight & desperately searching for the moon.
Reading old text messages will surely revive the mood.
But only for you.
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Because for him,
Life without you has resumed.
And you will crawl to the edge hoping his hands are still faithful enough to hold you.
You will jiggle to Sade’s romantic ballads, thinking you’re still his sweetest taboo.
You will water his mouth endlessly & the. summer in there will have expired,
The flowers you know to be soft & mellow will have tired.
You know that feeling when you’re trying to resuscitate a body, & the leg sometimes twitches, or the eyes blink, or there’s a small pulse knocking in the tower of the neck, the rising of the belly as the body captures that small breath, those are signals from the body reminding you that they are still there. With you.
& Your body hasn’t moved an inch since I last touched you.
Reminding me that you are no longer here. With me.
