Remains
Audrey Seah
Stirring up the bed of dust, I've held you all this while. I see the
moonlight shine through the old skin you left behind,the way it shines
through the paper curtains. I've given all my warmth and clothing to keep
you from freezing.
Were you cold? I still melt for you.
Leaving me dirst for vision, and mud on my face when I cry. You took one
step away and with one push, leaped. Anguish is like dry ice fuming and what
I say is for the remains of a ghost. |
