Demise Of My Love

Red petals of rosemary blew in zephyr when I saw my lover the day before Christmas eve

The heart still remembers the way it used to flutter whenever you whispered words of love to me,

The fingers still remember the feeling of your greasy curls and the midnight tresses tangled around them

And the lips still remember the warmth of the palm of your hand, making me feel safe and protected

Painted me in pinks, lavenders, and blues, colors I still can't bring myself to forget about— lighting me up brighter than Sirius itself

Still, heaven's creation albeit your naked body lies in the grave of my backyard

Promise me love will breathe back, the skeleton of your kiss will hum back

Beyond the realms of death, tell me nothing is stopping you from coming back.