Apparently, I died yesterday, but my
last breath was somewhere between March and April
– it just took you another 3 months to decide
that you are the vastness of space
and I am the lungs that are empty without you

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 12 June, 2017


He said those words
I can’t
and my heart fell out of its pocket
like there was a hole in my
chest and
that very last stitch
heard him speak
Our mobius strip
lay suddenly flattened
– I on one side and he on the reverse
like destiny and distance
were the same bridge
too destroyed to gap

Now I want life to end
as I lean down to hold
what’s left in my lungs
my final breath leaving as
I fall beyond the edge where
by some miracle
this leap of faith might save me
and I am captured by the arms
that wait beneath
– my fate finally showing its purpose
until the only strip that remains
is the one where
we remove each other’s clothing

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 11 April, 2017


Empty Box

An empty box is filled with possibility, and nothing less.

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 2nd June, 2012