Shared sky

Bitter hours in morning,
Words wilting on your tongue.
Skies overcast and dreary;
Sunlight bleeding into your vision.

Gravity.

Perverse in its reversion,
Sends you falling upward into your one,
Shared sky.

Cycling off kilter.

Sounding like pure love.
Feigning not be the broken spark plugs,
Carbonized and cauterized;
Like ceaseless beating hearts in chests,
White knuckle hands clutched.

Tightly; to being in love...

With the idea of being in love.

Your ghost still lies beside me,
And echoes in their voices.

But my hands are bruised and battered.

I have no idea where this is going.

So let's burn the book and start new chapters.

End.