“i’m gone, do not look for me.”
tragedy is when you start fading away
in the corner of your room
like some words in a 70s newspaper.
& as you sip her away
with hard liquids,
smoke & sadcore songs,
her memory will sink down more to your heart.
your heart: a graveyard for sour spittle
of when you kissed;
b r o k e n alphabets
on ripped apart love letters;
cracked voice notes from whatsapp
& atom of things that formed
“you and i.”
epilogue: one day
she will remember your name
like some hieroglyphs carved on a tombstone.
PHOTO CREDIT: The Touched Collection, Skyla Wilson