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