Hidden underneath mahogany tables

Shoved deep between layers of clothes

Buried ten feet below the ground;

Our remnants lay like broken glass

Shameful secrets hide behind looped handwriting

The night still cries for you.

I don't have enough handkerchiefs to dry her tears

Nor do I have enough words to soothe her fears

She erupts; agony spreading through blinding lightning

Longing latches on to the sound of anger

Gasping, breathless, breathless; desperation fogs my lungs;

You only start to feel your heart's weight once the cloud of hope has dissipated

Evaporating into nothingness then condensing into misery;

An agonizing cycle in constant repetition

Like a carousel you could never get off of.

A dominant urge to dig everything back up

Surges over me but the waves of defeat are stronger;

They crash onto me; all that remains are the dregs of misplaced hope.