grief is love miscarried.
love that never fully hatched.
a broken anticipation.
love that wanders with no address.
a ghost of unfished love back
begging you to finish.
a lost lover reincarnates as an old habit.
the bottle is a flashlight
to my darkness.
i say your name after two bottles.
i burp your taste.
i make a graveyard out of the dance floor.
to dance with ghosts remaining from
the songs you loved.
can you smell the flowers
when i call your name?
am i vomiting them rotten?
does this grief make my mouth stink?
where do i take all this love for you?
An engineer who does poetry sometimes.