8
over the remains
our summer fling
forms into a quick
sculpture of sure suicide
we took it all
in way too fast
all of those kisses
and cuddlings added up
against us
the paintings from our
outings to art galleries
watch us fail
they laugh that dreaded
laugh laced with acrylic
poison pushing up and out
of our sickened hearts
it ends here
for now
my love
i will remember you
in these poems
for some time
to come
