Lucy Alexander #7 Old Love

The rainbow ache of it,

the cacophony of memory

clattering like your voice in my ear

How colour shifts, becomes needle sharp

and lifts the skin of the present;

what was is transfer iridescent.

One day in the peeling paint of these very evenings

we will long for the past

how has love gone grey and bleached?

All these days passing and trying to better themselves

with new infatuations as if our whole lives

are there to distract us from how we feel...