Red

I still feel her salty skin crushed under my lips, and I realize that everything that I've become is nothing

but my gut's smoldering reaction to the memory of the woman I once loved. Because no matter how much she ignored me, my only salvation was the souvenir of the past: when everything around me started to crumble I was faithful to the keepsake, and if my mind would've helped me the way I've wanted, I would've been able to recompose this clock of love piece by piece.