63 days

The exact amount of days it took for one life to end and another to begin.

The time it took to lose you

I left my body standing stone

No silent words came through my walls

When I heard you, you were gone.

Now the distance and the anguish

are brought to measure in our flesh

and every separate moment

recovers nothing for our rest.

The complex palpitations

of a love that should grow old

Watching now as everything

I've ever known is sold.

I'll give my heart for favours

my body as a souvenir

Because no-one can mean anything

whilst the scent of you is here.

All the words have left me wrong

and everything they meant is gone

and when I see that agony

My heart beats cold.