loves unmarked grave.

I'm not sure if it's the calendar
Or long hours within the days

That drags my soul and thoughts
through melancholy mud

Struggling to move the aching

Have I already died inside,

inside this pain, I'm insane
bound by veins and hardened bones
I'm alone in all absurd places
without a view,

and I long for you, I miss you

I've never kissed your lips in reality
held your hand in mine

though we made love
in the light unmarked graves of my mind

are we dated, outdated
crossed out or
etched in terminal stone,

Am I to die here in darkness, love
like a ghost just left to roam

can't you hear me screaming
I'm begging you please come home,

maybe these walls really are sound proof
triple ply , mixed with bleeding foam

wherefore do you atone my love

I'm alone

please my love, come home.

Nardine Sanderson 07/10/2015.