Beneath my feet is the sound of things to come
and yet also the noise of things gone.
Like fateful tea leaves, they tell me
that the cup of our love was empty.
The thought of you always numbed me,
but I’m better that now you lie beneath the lawn,
the silver lining for both of us, you see,
was how the cyanide worked so quickly.Recommend0 Simily SnapsPublished in