Oct 25, 2019
Exit Signs
You are no longer my October “good morning love, how did you sleep.”
When I trace your memory up and down my spine,
I do not feel tingling sensations of once magical memories;
And you are not the skin I ache to caress in backseat rainstorms,
As sun relinquishes her shine to dusk.
You used to have a space here,
Carved out just for you;
But I have been busy filling her with cement textiles
And pretty pastel graffitis
And your voice has become a fading melody in what was almost
The angelic love song of the century.
And I know tonight I will want to taste your lips again but,
You were no good for me.
I have memorized your exit signs,
Now I wish to somehow locate mine.
