It’s strange that I am here and you are gone and the world is screaming
The first two-weeks was torturous
Stupidly waiting for grand gestures
Letters, a note you left in a secret place
And nothing

But whispers
And the look on your face the day I left
The airport
The smell of sweat on your skin when I kissed your cheek
You looked down
I looked away
Into a vacuum of ruined-grey

And after many nights of no rest I knew

We were divine once
Like bearing sole witness to the languid love-play of great cats
Or an epic tale of romance and intrigue in which the players die a tragic death
Nothing else need exist
But the bed, the TV, the coffee and the condoms
Lovesick teenagers
Star-crossed lovers
And conversations lingering over shared cups of Chai

I loved you then
I love you now

*And after your august ginger eyes fade into a thin layer of enamel
Resting between us and nothing
I’ll love you from horizon to zenith
Patiently sealing the cracks inbetween