SUCK ON THIS, LOVE!

Should be whacked;
He who said;
'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'
The sonofabitch!

Distant; doesn't begin to say it!
Fond habits
Off the mantle...
... To the backroom

Keeping in touch
What a waste!
The 'mailman' -
Must have died!

That place
So dear!
Quiet
Loud with loneliness!

Poor heart:
Oh how it beats
To a staccato
That clangs back empty!

The ache;
Like a wound
Left with morphine in sight
...Outta reach

Love -
You physical pain!
Out of the brain RAM
Trampled for good measure!

It's been praised to be magical;
This love!
Only a shattered heart
That's still beating, knows!!

(C) Angela Kateemu