Coconut trees in columns of three,
love invested with desperation,
on this journey
no dreams match no destinations.
The heart flung into wind
like hurt spread over years.
That name recalled, an old companion.
I am blown away, in dismay
overtaken in this crowd.
Lethal injection pointed at skin
the needle pressing on,
persisting.
What did I leave behind now
that I am unable to flow.
My mind frozen, corners turned
into prickly pears
that feel no love
not thawed by any emotion.
My skin evaporated into dust-
a powder puff, pollen
gathered and scattered.
I can so easily still pretend
to not care anymore
about you.
29/12/12
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