NEW POETIC ORDER

These rooms of grief

Locked behind my scars

Are the rooms they’ll mourn

When they awake,

I’ll be a ghost

But one that is opaque

And the wine I sipped

Will be their host,

For love and death

Are my affinity

Now love in death

Are their infinity.

So when their rooms

Are filled with scars

They’ll look up and see that

All hopes and desires

Are far too far

The stars and suns 

They wish upon

Will shine a ray

Into their downcast eyes

And they’ll learn that

Even smiles can be lies.