I lick my bitter lips
in a slow, unique movement
after the longest of the trips.
Your lipgloss is still there,
it brings within torment
and I wish to run it cannot find me where.
I look deeply inside the mirror
though of what I can see I feel horror.
In a thousand hundred pieces broken,
it reflects a myriad of the ones who has fallen.
All the elected seven
used to live in our private heaven,
but now they transformed into a ghost;
my love, since today, I'm lost.
Can you feel how much you I miss?