one second after the another

grew out of love, did i?

when the doors keep closing,
and the mind

is blank
to let no more colors seep through.
when words keep confusing,

and the heart

is p l a sti c
to pick a flower too shy of beauty.

retracing the same path on those

familiar, friendly lines.
suffocating warmth beyond all else.

when it suddenly grows old.
and tinkering,
tolling,
telling of a dusty bell i never knew to ring.

grew out of love, did i?

couldn’t say.

couldn't say.