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A bad breathe lingered always

On the corners of all

The lies I ate

And the smiles you spat out.

Were we ever found?

Not even close.

Smoke rolling on the next of kin,

I lit a cigarette of change and

Drank cheap wine of the labels

Wrung on society’s ledge.

We didn’t have a heartbeat,

Not one that can be measured in

A capsule of time.

The silence with others cut in my flesh

And left blue and purple stains.

In your pores, it seeped right inside

And sucked your blood globules.

So there I became a ghost lingering free

Of time.

And you became a walking mess of empty veins.

The sweet decay followed, our hand lines

Lost to an illuminated fate.

Fear comes easy when you have lot to lose.

Bones of a dead cat on my door mat,

I picked the bottle

And laid my demons to sleep that night.

You put your heart out on the night stand

And beckoned the harbinger of Death

To lull you to sleep.

Morning came and brought with it

The halo of the sun – not the same anymore.

When a heart gasps, it is silence.

Yours gasped on the nightstand you set in on.

The silence it made, my ears

It reached in the resonance

With which life thrums in the universe;

Louder than life.

And in this silence,

Your heart beats a new beat.

I turn mine into a clock

And hang it on the wall

Of my mind’s ledge.

Another heart gasps today,

But its silence is foreign

To you and I.