the cheapest wine

that yellow flower

you gave me

lighted my days

and afterwards

i could not understand

how the color turned blue

it defied many logics

something broke

and the shards pricked my feet

i was suspended in a space

of my own making

the climb down

was the longest journey

the deafening sound

in my ears

was of a waterfall

and i could not speak

it was not what you wore

that i disliked

but what you wrapped yourself with

was wearing thin

and the nakedness underneath

alarmed me

there were no writings

on the wall of that cave

nothing came out

and it smelled like an ending

our last meal

was a hand rolled cigarette

all crumpled

and left out to dry

because the cheapest wine

i tasted from your lips