Literature
love etc.
we'll call it resemblance.
to how a heart beats, how your lungs breathe,
how the drums play,
how your eyes turn the lights,
on, and off
on,
and off
on,
and
your heart stops.
you hold your breath.
close your eyes again,
to freeze,
the moment...
...because you'll never see beauty like this again.
but these lovely things never showed
the truth now; and
you're left with the image
of what lies
beneath the
heart.
[blink twice more, forget the sight of your loss, love .]