Before you take permanent leave,
go to the roundabout… Please.
Perhaps you’ve slipped
into that black hole already,
And I’m shredding my soul
to smithereens, and shedding
tears that create oceans around
Me, an island, for zilch.
I wish that the road you chose to take
was a mere dead end, and you’d turn
around. And perhaps if your barely-blue
irises, for a split second, wandered
my way, you’d have a 360° mind-change.
Alas, the trail you picked
was Interstate Infinity.
You found a new goddess
mural to praise,
The sound of the certain
heart-thud you had for me
is mere aural mirage,
but I hear it as if it were now—
me, you. Left ear pressed
to rising and falling bare chest,
as you whisper to me:
You’re better than all the rest.
This poem has spilled too much,
I wish to keep my glass heart
at least 1/16th full. I need something
to console me on this night of mourning
the love that I’ll have to lay to rest;
The love that was better than all the rest.
I need something to drown me
just as much.
Will this ocean ever recede?
© 2015 – Eva PoeteX