I'm not feeling all right

I’m not feeling all right.
When did the diminishing sound
of slamming doors finally come to a stop?
Which crack did you leave by?
Magnificence lasted exactly one day.
Invincibility, likewise absorbed by the moonlit sky.
In Jutland. Tonight.
The shoreline’s washed away as
the words ‘re accompanied by music.
Well…. tones- wedging themselves between my bones.
Playing as the smoke of a Viking pyre curls its way through the valley
with another name recited in a Rap song.
I’ll never mention the word again,
tainted by other words, spittle and wine-
the truth told by a drunk and a child.
What happiness was the love rhyming with?
That’s what happened in a fleeting moment.
I’m not feeling all right.
Why did these sounds come to a stop?
I wonder - is your comfort the silence, the contaminated air
and the pulse in your fingertips?
We’ll make poems of your dreams!