remember

you tell me, in three soft whispers;

it is over.

but

i am still breathing in this hollow

drawing room

i am alive.

***

random letters are punched 

into the crumbling sheet-rock of this

white white wall, and i wonder

what it was that flew by just now,

a few seconds ago

did i miss something? were you there?

***

my pieces are on this tile floor now;

don’t step on my yesterday.

i build myself all over, now, start

underneath this blanket and construct

a house of cards

maybe you’ll be my queen and

i’ll be a spade

the wind might take us away together

any moment now. 

***

oh. 

this glow, it fans my eyes 

and blinds me, because 

you can’t say forget if you’ve really forgotten. 

now, you are a rainbow, and i am 

white.

it’s all blurring before me. 

***

into this punctured skin i stuff

a block of carved wood

and

the lack of you.