Unceremonious Parting

I heard

In that grave silence

Ghosts

Shouting to me in whispers

“She is gone for good.”

I felt

This freezing coldness

Numbing

These lips

You at one time kissed.

I tasted

From Eden’s honey pot

Venomous sweetness

Razing

My dry tongue.

I smelt

From corrupted blooms

Carrion fragrance

Anointing

A broken heart.

I saw

In my teary blindness

No light at the end

So I journeyed on

…stumbling and chorusing…

“And I got to pick myself up.”