Jeff Buckley

It was dark and forced at first.

Her hair and Grace

as we sat amidst hidden emotions.

Slumping by her wall, gazing

into unfamiliar reflections.

First a ringing in a poisoned pinna,

then his melody bleeding through.

Why are you here? Spoiling 

my peripheries, an interruption

in my pretend conversations. 

I wish you were here.

Then the moonlight awoke,

kissed our bodies like spilt milk.

Humming, chipped teeth in the dark.

Our crystallising tears are salty to taste,

and running acrylic on our necks.

I miss the thoughts we shared.

I hate competing,

but you're not as alone as I am.