black electric tape

concentrating on my pulse

my heart is still beating…

my lungs are still breathing,

and my mind isn’t leaving anything behind.

that stupid way you used to grin,

the way your words would bend,

the very end, and everything up till then…

once it was my every other thought,

now i can’t remember what we bought

in that seedy little cafe’ that smelt of smoke…

somewhere my memory broke in two

after my feeble heart did that over you,

concentrating on my pulse… the sky is such a pretty blue today…

and i just want to play as if i never knew the cruelity that turned my world grey.

some things are forever and some just can’t stay, i put my head under the spicket to wash you away…

eric w. desselle