Shadow Poet

We tried to create love 

out of piles of ashes 

from the blitzkriegs 

of our childhoods.  

Using saliva  

from wet kisses  

as mortar to  

to fortify this 

crumbling love. 

Intense flames 

of anger, of bitterness, 

dried out our false idol 

and it collapsed 

blowing away 

In the winds of truth. 

You feigned sorrow 

at its ruin. 

after acts of empty cruelty 

you brought offerings 

laying them gently 

at my feet. 

Like a cat bringing 

a dead mouse 

you are saying 

I am sorry.