Maybe it was
the depth in your eyes,
the hollowness
in your presence,
maybe it was the silence
as I cuddled
in your arms,
maybe all I fell for
was you,
a different you,
a dead you,
the same as me.
Remembrance is not something
that exists for us now,
but I know
how your smell
excites me,
how being close to you,
in your chill,
I feel like remembering,
I feel like dreaming.
As we escaped our ashes,
the destined fate turned,
and I finally felt
like living, like breathing,
feeling the chill in every bone,
and it changed
as to how the world went around
for those without a beat,
for veins without the boiling red.
The world can’t contrive and retrace
all that life stole away
but death was the second door
for the love and the life
that I deeply adored.
Yes we weren’t complete,
we weren’t exactly the perfect matching pallete,
but we did manage as baits
that build the attraction between us ‘deads’!
Unfulfilled, unreal dreams
never did come again
for all I knew was right ahead,
in the whisper of fallen souls
andstale lives,
in the couches
of mistic mystery and fantasy tales.
Cause you know,
we were destined to meet
through
the same silence and noisy comfort
that pulled us together.
Cause you know
the world contrived and conspired
to put us together,
either alive
or dead…
·love