For Your Pain (Love Anesthetic) Poem by Agatha Eliza

The sand lingers through your fingers,
pouring down like melted copper
flowing through my flesh and bones,
reshaping me, renaming me,
until my blood becomes the wine
or the poison of earthly love
that you drink
from the gilded cup of revolution
cynically toasting for
the obscure world you've built
and destroyed in a blink of an eye-
Now, ignorance is the only anesthetic
for your pain.

Shhh! Love, no one must know I'm here;
you're feeding my demons, and I
must serve you well-
regardless where I am now..
My name is known only by you
as days go by, distance is growing,
like the pages you've torn from books.
Behind me, the final whispered 'I love you'
lies buried in the abyss of silence,
like a grim rehearsal of death.
In this world-forsaken decorum
you and I, the last song you wrote for me,
the poetry, and the red wine,
all those inner wars that bridged our hearts
are forgotten totems under the wings of time.