poetry fandango

a final goodbye
we abandon the world for you,
I lack the capacity to describe
the sensation
of heavy feet on concrete
a world draining of colour
a grey sky for dread
the green drips off the trees,
red lipstick melts
like blood on ceramics.
Clinical procedure
it all tastes metallic
where are we?
our grasp on time has perished
a second too late is just too late-
when it’s between life and death.
running through scenarios
each one heart-breaking.
But we step back from the door
in fear of what’s behind it
we are asphyxiated
my throat tightens
hold on,
whilst I tell you
how much I need you.
—  if i told you, would you believe me?