When did it start?
was it the stark ice blue of your eyes that settled
on my wasted life
that created that
strange
atmosphere that I
had tried so long
to avoid
When did we exchange our first words?
the words that sealed
the pact
that we finally signed
You in white
innocence
waiting to say
‘yes’
with me hesitating by your side.
When did we reach those
heights
where each breath
becomes delicious
suffering
until the release?
When did things go wrong? when did the flow of words stop the flow of emotions,
drain to a standstill?
When was the last
time
I thought that
I
knew about love?