WHEN I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE
I wonder what it will be like
when I don't love you anymore
what will they feel like?
- days
when I'm full
and not craving your touch
for breakfast, dinner, lunch.
what will it look like?
- my heart
without you taking up all of it's room
will I leave it like that for more than a couple of days?
or be too quick to have you replaced?
play a little game of 'catch' before I hand the keys to a new owner?
and remind them to lock up the place.
what will it sound like?
- your voice
which has always been sweet music to my ears
will it sound like a song gone bad,
one too many times replayed
suddenly void of all it's rhythm and melody
that had made my insides dance
will I squint my face a little
and then change the station?
what will they speak of?
- these poems
that have gotten so used
to hiding you
somewhere
keeping traces of you
everywhere
making shelter for you
in between the over used clichés
each metaphor knows to carve you a place
in every poetic device one could almost make out your face.
What will you become?
I once referred to you as 'masterpiece',
finest art in this grand museum we call earth
It's not much of a secret that I'm entranced by all of your striking colors
but what happens when I suddenly turn colourblind?
and you begin to resemble every single thing with a frame.
LYNN MATTHEW
We'll be told to stroke with caution, but what if this stroke would be beautiful forever, do we still need to take much caution?
ReplyDeleteThis is such an interesting piece. The emotions, the words, the structure; everything is so intentional and purposeful.
ReplyDeleteA food for thought it is.
This is a beautiful interpretation of lost love. It's a great read
ReplyDeleteYour art is the only thing that keeps me tethered to beauty. Your pen does what my pen has refused to do. I don't know which I love more, your poems or you.😭❤️
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