You have new clothes
you've changed the colour of your hair
and your perfume

You have new friends
you've changed the nasty and killed the dread
and found a new distaste

It lingers
old photographs and lost promises,
without encumbering denial and numbness blocking

For you, the angel of death,
I blow a kiss with the wind
Promising a nuclear winter

I told everyone on the sidelines that,
"I will win her"
and own her

But no, fantasy gets strangled when reality shoots you in the head
I can't remember anything except your scent

You smelled of strawberries and red wine,
you left it on my sheets and clothes
I burned it all

Your smile tore a hole through my scalp
and blood dripped all over our old photographs
and I burned them all