Love’s Obituary

This years long love died one March night mid call
Amidst harsh words begging for tongues to stop
But mouths kept motion up till fate was sealed.

And now this love’s survived by memories
Stuck to the brain like half chewed meat on teeth—
Tongue felt but toothpick always missing it.

So there it rots, infected, festering
And causing bad breath. Thus now mouth is shut.
What once sang songs of love now mutters hate.

Wordless. Soundless. A low growl permeates.





Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-11-20 at 18:14

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