The incessant ticking of a clock
Hung amidst a contusion of knick knacks
Echoes the pulse of my heart
Systole - je t'aime
Diastole - la tristesse durera toujours
A language of its own
A dance alone
You stole my heart-shaped box
& filled it with images rendered sepia
Effigies painted with a spit of my blood & ashes
Je rêve de toi

& my heart shatters