Writer Highlight Featuring Amrita Valan: Loss

I couldn’t bear such isolated beatitude
Beating in lonesome heart
A song
Only angels could hear
Two steps behind me always
You sang out Def Leppard
I fell in love the telephone
Your voice was woosome
My face felt like wood
Wet with tears
You never were there
Actually
And I think I knew that you
Could never be
Before Christmas could break
I did
Skidded over the surface ice of our relationship
Thin cracks slitting the veneer of caring