fleeting

Shhh
listen in
for the pin dropping
I’ve been
so long here dwelling,
measuring love in teaspoons,
guzzling empty glasses,
savouring flavours barely
lingering on my tongue.

The thorns are waning,
but I can still feel the bruises
swelling in my chest
your lies like litter 
in
my pulse, rushing through
me like a greyhound on
the track and
I’m always
meaning
to ask,
is this life?

or just the taste of your fleeting heartbeat?

10 thoughts on “fleeting

  1. I love the mouth feel of this poem. You should make a recording of you, or someone saying it. It would be amazing, just like the poem. (Did I make sense? I’m not sure I did. Sorry.)

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