Love was

Love was 

 

Love was a party

two pumped up balloons

set free

bumping on the ground

clumsy with gravity

dead air

left to deflate

 

Love was a meal

haute cuisine

portions like leftovers

pushed around the plate

all the ingredients you learned to hate

the dishes

left stacked in the sink

 

Love was a dream

an IKEA bed

unmade   rough wood

sheets rucked and stained

with sweat and blood

an atlas

left unwashed unchanged

 

Love was and is a door   unhinged