The Art of Collapsing - Keepsake

Where we take separate breaths

And memories of your perfume

Are forgotten

I stand choking on

The things you once said

The days once held close to my heart

And only one image

Remains

Short lived and reminiscent

Of your face

That pathetic angel

Drowning herself in your tears

Now begins her descent from our skies

But her wings were weak from the start

The first of our last good-byes

And I think to myself

Our lips would fit together so well

The final step in perfecting

The art of Collapsing

When your laughter is ignored

And that last painful smile

Fades away

Where we take separate breaths

And memories of your perfume

Are forgotten

I stand choking on

The things you once said

The days once held close to my heart

I fall choking on the lies you once said

And I’ll never look at you

Through the same

Eyes again