9: 24 <br />being just as stupid as I ever am, <br />I open my mouth to forgetfulness, <br />to devour your memory, to take your place. <br />but the tears in my eyes <br />won't reform into the one <br />who'd made me, then left. <br /> <br />9: 48 <br />the truth feels like a hammer. <br /> <br />9: 57 <br />all of my mistakes were just grace <br />before this meal. <br />my body will bare the trouble <br />from a world empty of you. <br /> <br />we can call it weak treason, <br />but really it's only just a hole <br />about my size, in a pocket. <br /> <br />11: 03 <br />my Love, <br />it's cold here. <br />and there is nothing to fill my heart, <br />in the gap between mortality and <br />one loved.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/5th-december-9-00pm/
