When we began,
Your heart pumped
through your mouth
While mine beated
silently, if at all.
Gradually
You became as heartless
As I became fervid.
You felt too little
While I felt too much.
Hence we broke apart.
We were like a heart
Rancid, yellow and
still –
Our love was long
dead.
Yet in our minds we
saw the heart beat,
But the heart was
in fact decaying, decayed
Long before we took
notice the odour of dead illusions and hopes.
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