Dustbin

Words-
They used to flow.
Breath-
It used to seep
In and out of the keeps
Of our bodies.
Light-
It used to sweep
Through me.
I still do
Sing
From the bottom of my heart
Beneath the sorrow
That tore souls apart.

It runs deep
And drops down
So very far.
But I want to
Continue
And live into
The future.

The pain is
Slight as the curve of my hips
Which you hated,
Big as the vivacious lips
That kissed You
And then rotted
And slipped
Into worlds we forget.

You should sweep them into the dustbin
And out of the back of your mind-
Pray they fall on the floor
For another girl to find.