Life lost in sips
and silences
The heart doesn’t stop
It bleeds out
Laughter fades
in horizon’s wake
Words suffocate
by cerulean slights
Eyes seek
the light, foreshadowed
Fingers reach
the breeze flinches
Grief inhaled
Love never again
to be exhaled
Flatlined
Hmmm… If it was your intention…I think you managed to capture a pretty accurate description of love dying.
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I think at the time it was written, it was my intention to convince myself that love had died.
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