lifting shadows off a dream i awaken without your breath stealing kisses from memories and swiping time from death. four pillows are still adorned to the shivering side of my bed a monument to untold bliss a bag of feathers engaged in red. and while the silence in the morning air provokes an anguish most au contraire i'll take a smile of any degree just to maintain my sanity though i know its lost beneath a fist still clenched tight to a limp wrist and two lips drowned in a river of tears with two eyes too dryed to leer. last night i was your necromantic St. Valentine's mock turtle dove proving that digging up the past is no way to show undying love.