We Sputtered.

I mourned you before you were gone.

Our colours were desaturating

and you were cascading

through my hands.

Like a memory,

a dream,

a brief vision of the future.

A frame of a video.

We have reached

the bottom of the names;

the end of a list;

the lights are flickering.

We flourished and burst;

choking on each other's colours

until there is nothing but darkness.

My body was a premonition.

Author's Note

My pen burnt too hot and my heart itched too bad. I had to come back.

Reviews

[emipoemi]

You had me hooked with the first line, and I was reeled in at the end. That last line is killer in its own right, but I wonder if it's even needed, as there's no real hint that the "body" has anything to do with anything. You could take out that last line, and the poem would still elicit the same cathartic experience. Don't try to tamper with anything just so you can fit that last line in, but rather save that last line for another poem that does it more justice (for it's indeed a brilliant line). But overall, well freaking done! This is amazing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so glad you did come back...

really intense poem...reminds me of my first ex...i think we burnt each other out with the intensity of the relationship and began to stifle each other...
"we flourished and burst"
I still remember the time of good colours...even though darkness pervaded in the end.

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Beautiful write dear! Loved the power behind the imagery. I've missed you. How have you been??