I do believe...

By Mute Serenade

I sip day old coffee
Smoke stale cigarrettes
On early mornings.
I bleed frosty dew drops
Trickling down my skin
Numbing
Dulling
I say to myself
"I do believe we are dead"
Your face is frozen
Cemented by indifference
And I wait...
I wait for the warm hush of things being okay
To caress my ear
Thawing
By your breath...
And it never comes.
So I sip day old coffee
Smoke stale cigarrettes
On early mornings.
I bleed on everything
Like wine down my skin
Numbing
Dulling
And I weep to myself
"We are Dead."

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Published on Tuesday, February 10, 2004. Filed under:

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Comments on "I do believe..."

On Sunday, February 16, 2020, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

This is even better than the first time round I read this...Straight to the heart of break up matter and antimatter. Another thing: COME BACK AND POST AGAIN!! :)
On Sunday, February 25, 2018, SolApathy (652) wrote:

Your chaos is a kiss of the warmest regret ever known...I beckon to the darkness that is my....Home. This piece hits so deep I read it and find I cannot sleep. -Poetic perfection a twisted visage of this broken reflection.
On Monday, September 11, 2017, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

That harsh reality when a couple are no longer a couple...That spark dampened to nothing. So well wrought.
On Thursday, August 10, 2017, Arwen (187) wrote:

Coffee has a way of bringing people back from being a Zombie like me.
On Wednesday, January 16, 2008, xserratedsoulx (212) wrote:

"I wait for the warm hush of things being okay"--love this line.
On Sunday, March 21, 2004, sulkylime (191) wrote:

indifference.. i do believe .. is death. i wonder if i am dead too. lovely poem by the way
On Monday, February 16, 2004, capt_funguy (777) wrote:

i was the dead part of a " we " once ... this was beautifully conveyed ... and you can watch the hour hand creep ... cool ... funguy