Sunday, 12 May 2013


a box of empty celebrations 
by the shore 
no wrappers left-over
i wonder what
the celebrations were for
perhaps he adored
you that much
too much
and as such
he couldn't see
he was too busy
the both of you 
being together, under that blue
twilight sky 
-short of forever-
chocolates by the river, 
time slowly began to wither
-it was your last night-
for straight after, you left to go
to a nameless place, 
he still doesn't know
(where you are)
celebrations by the river
he couldn't give her
any more than that