Hurt in
A Sunday melting to
Monday gloom.
Your absent
Face,
Imprinted to
Incarnate visions
Stained upon the
Universe’s glowing
Pulses.
Dreaded
Leaving,
A grieving itch along the
Neck,
Record pricks to
Shifting sentiments.
Romantics on a
Freeze,
Mummified
Follicles
Bred
Along
A song’s cessation.
Naked notes
Uttered,
Too late in the
Lover’s entry,
Fires cooled
Within a music
Taken to,
Shadow sweeps
Along quiet beds
Going toward solemn cracks,
Wizened to the darkness
Losing its visage once again…