CXXIV.

and there’s nothing left for the girl with an unspeakable love

water on the floor

tears trapped in my shoulders

a lens flares

spinning flat and reaching falling

eyes search, wait, and there is silently nothing left

lines bleed, this new poetry

and there’s nothing left for the girl with an unspeakable love

and she still has this unspeakable love

hush now, over wooden tables and palm leaves

don’t whisper it across stained coffee cups and old shirts

no one would know, on this empty stretch of sand

hide it away, away from a homemade dance floor

away from where the memories should hang in the air

and i don’t feel anything

too quickly, now

let’s slow it down

but it’s too late, simply

and i don’t feel anything