Friday, April 27, 2012

Zombie Love...

I gathered flowers from your grave
Each one a memory
My skin brushed against their blistered stem
For weeks they stayed, ‘til I gathered them
One by one, I eased their pain.

You rose from the dead, looking for me
Stretched out your limbs,
Stifled your yawns
Seeking what had once been yours
But now belonged to someone else
To memories, to the roses and poems
And everything you had owned or bought
Your memory, I wasn’t yours anymore
You took too long, I waited enough
And now my love isn’t yours anymore
I live in the past, each moment again
Your resurrection doesn’t change a thing
It’s zombie love…
You may go back to being dead…