Life hurts
in that melancholy ache
gestating in your chest

“I’m.So.Rry.” it pumps

Beating, over and over
Hardware designed to fail

We’re goodbyes,
waiting to happen
Collecting yesterdays

In his face
Her eyes
Their lips


Couldn’t be saved.

A/N: Trying something new… Try reading the poem from bottom to top as well.

This piece first appeared on Medium published under Poets Unlimited. If you like this piece, or any of my other pieces, and have a Medium account, please follow me @CharlleyThen


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