Break-up

Lonesome lips lapped stale air.

Feverish and delirious,

I dipped my quill into a cup of coffee.

Gray hands

of smoke

fondled the strands of my hair.

The room crumbled,

shrinking

and shriveling into a coffin.

I ripped open the envelopes of the window-frames.

You’ve left me

and this time,

I’m sure, you will not return.

In the sizzling furnace verses rose into flames

and the heart, dejected, continued to burn.

Angry winds

scattered ashes across the room.

With everything spinning out of proportion,

I fell to the floor

and the forlorn moon

pulled my tears like the tides of a storming ocean…