The End (re-written)
One last mouldering kiss, before your lips let slip a cut that split my tongue apart.
Our internal heat lost all warmth; a distance so vast in a space so small.
Now nothing remains between us, but bodies diving deep into silence,
As I try to hide my aching eyes; you try to speak; but words are just worms crawling to the surface of my mind:
I can’t hear anything.
The soil is choked by salt: I have fucked this up.
So let every worm be eaten by birds; take away every word my love & let me think no more.
Your eyes, your smile & all those moments together:
soon the touch of those memories will slowly disappear & only the faintest trace will remain…
The heart that once pressed against me every night, the heart that belongs to you, will never be close to me again, yet wherever we find ourselves next, whoever else we let into our beds,
the feeling will always remain in my chest.
How I wish this could be the end of everything, but it isn’t.
It’s just the end of what was us.
This is a reworked version of a poem posted in haste a couple of weeks ago. The words needed to come out, but they were written in obvious haste. The original is still on the blog, because I feel that the raw immediacy, for all it’s lack of dignity, still contains some value…