Now.

This poem...doesn't need an introduction. It's for me to know and for you not to try and find out. :)


But now when I listen to songs you and I used to sing to

They play like obituaries,

Ours.

I sit in respect.

Let the clumsy stitches shine

Few more seconds vulnerable, remembering,

before I conceal the calluses again.

Seamless.

But now when I when I write about you and I

There is no more room for we, us.

The two words absurd

Paradoxical

In this sphere of honeyed lies,

Of petty fairytales.

I shatter each glass slipper, firmly,

The shards

Miniscule.