This poem was first published in issue 4 of Poe Little Thing.

Ours was the sunrise, you said
as I lay in some hotel
looking over this city where children screamed
though tell me, has it changed?

Forever we'll have this light
though your clothes are white
your skin tan
eyes burned azure from this cruel summer

So I lit a cigarette
unable to rise
unable to talk without weeping
How can I tell you

It has ruined me
It haunts me
It broke me, and now I cannot leave

Ours was the sunrise years ago
on sand that twinkled with shells
I gave you a string of amethysts
and I laid stones upon your grave
and I lay five months, moveless, dying for you

This dead white ceiling
These old sheets, those trembles
How I prayed to avoid this place
Amethysts and grave stones I give you
still and deathlike in the sunrise

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