Never did I believe in love at first sight til I met her,
The floor fell from underneath my throat and my eyes saw only flowers
The remnants that I keep of that night are the chips of my past that were never washed in the tight lips that spoke a thousand truths in an instant [without saying anything] and in a daze were gone
And we walked for morning coffee along the tree strewn path and the leaves and the sunlight danced like the cistine chapel in our wake
She held my hand and led me to a dark corner to whisper in my ear. She told me about love and I didn’t believe her until she was gone.
The next day was grey from the night before. Reason tasted like cookies from school; raisins; off.
I felt like a lake in the moon light, left only with the still reflection of what could have been had I been quite right in the head.
Yet the unknowing is the loudest silence
the roaring thunder of torment that lingers on the lips of the assailed – nothing.