The tomb of our love

The shadow of you
keep shrouding over me
in complete darkness
Bitterness grip me
like a shackle
holding me a hostage
to your love
As I stand in front of
the tomb of our love
A sense of numbness
etched onto my face
With friends and relatives
as witnesses watching over me
as I curse your name
over and over again
But in the deapth of my heart
lay a pool of sadness
Gently
I place a rose onto the tombstone
watching the petals
writhed and fly away
into oblivious
to the cold autumn wind
that had begun to
blow
As the last ray of the sun
disappear from the horizon
I with my soul walk away
from the tomb of our love

Dedicated to the 17 years old me

Observation

Silently, he observed her over his book
Her tinged-painted nail glitters off in the sunlight.
The clanging sound of her high heels echoes around the room
She stopped, her pose in a perfect curve of symmetry
Her eyes, hesitants over the shelves
A lit of recognition flits in her soft topaz eyes
As she bent down to caress the spine of the book
with her piano-looking long fingers.
He showered words of praises on her through
Silence mouthing of his lip

Ring...Ring...Ring

“Hello?”

She sounded,
In that instant,
He silenced.
What he heard was
a male intonation