The seams were firm
and double-stitched
I found your garment
and began to rip

with two hands pulling
and elbows out
I tore apart
your favorite blouse

holding sections
in each hand
I tossed each half
into the attic fan.

Laying silent
beneath your bed
I rolled the bottles
around my head

and twirled the glass
in your vanity light,
and watched the ice melt
until I went blind.

I awoke decayed
with half a pulse
with your clothes around me
all turned to mulch.

After some time
I could raise my head
and finally get
into your lonely bed.

Laying there for days it seemed
I'd never come to terms or peace
and then it happened
just like your disease.

Your prayer card landed
on my face
I held it out
to read the phrase

the one that brought me
to your house,
the words spoken before you
went in the ground.

"Remember her for her purity
and accept death into your life
for when the willows blow it's her,
your lover, your wife."

I watched the cactus
on your window sill
and it never moved,
death really does kill.

03/06/2014