I never thought that the colour of your eyes
could haunt me like a ghost
in an endless, sleepless
night.
I never knew the sound of your voice
carried with it a burden
that I bear with each
step.
And I never understood, really,
what they meant by that
godwaful clichéd truth,
"If you love her set her free"
So - this is love?
Well, you cursed me with this jinx
and I cursed your likewise,
and now it's almost like
I'm dead.
Twice.