There is no better poem than you
when it comes to mending a splintered heart like new.
You are the dancing light,
living on the verge of twilight.
Your voice kept me alive every night,
but now your silence cuts me deeper than a knife.
I guess my soul was too ripe.
I preferred to stay aloof
when your face was all over my roof.
I went blind when I couldn’t bind.
Now, I am left with fallen angels rambling in my mind.
With a glass of decent whiskey, and
smoking a classic ice-burst ciggy,
seeing the moon
through the broken window still looked pretty.
Never going to regret being an alcoholic of love—
it felt quite exotic, even when it was chaotic.
You turned my heart black and blue,
but I still saw something special in you.
Even when I was broken, I kept my arms open,
to hold you.
My time is running fast,
I can see my future fading in the hands of the past.
Yet, I came to the edge of the moon
to meet you,
to tell you that “Life hasn’t been the same without you.”