Shut

They close all the doors to
Shut out their former lovers,
To keep away the spectres of
Who they themselves were when
They crawled over each other
In their haste to taste what
They had of each other before
It evaporated and escaped
From their sweaty grasps.

In the tiny room, the centre
Of their shrunk universe, they
Cower in the corners, blank eyes,
Empty hands, and racing hearts,
Afraid of the now, the future,
The beginning, the end, the
Rotting of what was once firm
And is now infirmity.

R 10/10/2023 19:23