Prose and Poems of the Kapre

Here lies the Kapre, in all his splendor and misery.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Five Seconds After Breakup

Silence,...
Its deafening, ...
I can hear every dew
Dropping from the blades
Of the grasses,
Or the songs of the
Crickets singing their
Last farewell to the world.
I can hear the whisper
Of the earth's womb,
Giving birth to
Yet another heartache.
Or the mumbling of my
Hungry stomach,
Buried, along with the
Noise of silence
Reverberating across the room.
But,I never heard your lips
Forming the word "goodbye",
Instead,
I heard two pieces of wood
Crashing into each other,
Like gunpowder and heat.
Then,
The sound of your heels,
And the sound of a heart, crying.
Mine.

1 Comments:

At 1:15 AM, Blogger wetkiss said...

sooo heartbreaking..

 

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