afterlife

when I first noticed
you turned to leave and i came
close enough to see

bleah

everything drips
and slides from my fingertips
it's a bad daydream

done

no pity i asked
just an end to this tired
an end to this end

wishful thinking

no wonder you knew
you read it in my obit
i wanted to die

despair

it is not romance
it is rape of my being
it is a mask torn

migraine

brain matter leaking
it runs down my life like blood
it reminds me now

1 year

it's been a year gone
it will be a million more
and she will love you