I give you perfume
and roses
Like I bring
the specter
of divorce
Kisses that make
you tremble
And words
to give you
goosebumps
We fell into
whatever
this was
These snatched moments
in elevators and museums
The scandalizing
of room service waiters
Selfies from a different life
taken just for me
I’m not excusing
my moral failings
Just like I don’t care
about yours
But in my defense
You seemed miserable
and lonely
And I made you
happy
I’m not the one
that got between you
and him
You guys did that
all by yourselves
But you decided
to bring him back
between us
Wrecking
my
world
Choosing status quo
and cowardice
But bitterness
is unbecoming
Replaced by silent
sadness
Memory of connection
and reciprocating selflessness
The love story lies
of books and movies
The sin of
lovers
The Freedom to
dream
While looking at
each others eyes
Through bars of
a self made
Prison
A language of
the unsaid
Results of listening
to offhand remarks
Proof of listening
to someone who
is not listened too
My gifts of
perfume and roses
Monuments
to folly and failure
Measured in
memory
Treasured by
one
exiled to
another life
by
another.
Image based on an image by Fabien Raquidel
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