6ft Under

 

I no longer leave the door on the latch

Nor do i keep it slightly ajar for you

Don’t look for the keys beneath the doormat 

Nor should you rummage the hollow porcelains by the door

I’ve tucked them neatly in a box

Buried six feet deep 

In the graveyard behind my mind

Where I’d come and visit, every now and then—

drop some flowers, smile at old jokes we shared before, and feel a sting at what could’ve been avoided

But there’s no going back

You won’t find me exhuming the past anymore 

May you rest in peace, and may I remain to be in one piece

                                                                             —camilla

no revenge because I know I loved deeply, gave my all and my intentions were true and sincere. you were true, and so were we. so long, I hope you live well. may you find a love that never clips your wings or dims your light.