A sad ache ascends embroidered skies.
I left a love letter on a grave
while mournful choirs sang in my head.
Breath was oppressive, but there was
light fluttering through
as the strings continued to lilt.
Slathered across the tide
I sought to drown, to
cut my losses and sink.
The unsound pollution of mind
coiled around my body like a snake,
while the other lover
lay in a shroud of floating cherry blossoms,
decorated with a halo of whirring thrills.
But I become vapid and sexless as
young innocence is dead and buried.
Quietly, I cut up memories in the background.