We met with pearls on the ceiling
Stop signs and Kodak calls
You were beautiful
I remember
Shimmering in the sun like
Dew drops
We held hands
As if we had a chance
Flowers and leaves
Rustled in the wind
I videotaped you like the
Superstar you are
With each stroke of the pen
I wrote about the lust
We loved
We listened to ABBA until
The needle hit its limit
We drank vermouth and smoked menthols
Whilst our minds wandered
And we cuddled up to the imaginary fire
That was burning in our hearts
But you had to go
Catch a flight with the rest of the
Mourning doves
Leaving me with thoughts alone
Leaving me with pearls on the ceiling
And will you return to the epilogue
That I dream each and every night
A voice so smooth
Honey and milk
But as the cigarette smoke dissipates
So does the memory of you and
At the end of the day
I wear those pearls of white
Choked
Gasping for air
Wishing for your return
Despite what you promised and said
Melancholia drips and drips and drips
Until the glass is half full
And I sign off
All quirks left behind
Except the sand in the oyster’s mouth
Choking choking
