Mars

Where does love go to die?

Is it in plain sight?
A ventilator on the termanilly ill,
Slowly the breaths space out and become shallow.
The jarring resuscitation over and over
Until the lungs fill up with water and are crushed,
Drowning dry and unable to translate air
into life.

Or like an animal
Dragging it's self into the desert wilderness
To find a quiet place,
Is it alone love goes?
Unable to speak the same dialect
We have unlearned, our tongues moving backwards
Until comrades are enemies.
We just don't know how to negotiate out another fragile peace treaty.
In our dead languages we have lost each other,
the siege has left us too short on white flags.
Battered we go our separate ways,
Too weary for another round.

But what if love goes out in a flood pain to Mars?
Leaving a graceful blue and green planet
To the heavy air and red dust,
To the cold numbness of space.
The abrasive sandstorm, eternal in its march,
To wear down the kisses from your mouth
Of a love that just couldn't love anymore.
I'll take aliens or emptiness,
Leave me the great void
Something you haven't tamed, touched, infected
Only me on the sterile planet
Hosting the terminal disease of you.
The scars you've left leave me malformed,
They colapse into a black hole in me
Eating all the stars
Even the ones you eclipsed.

Love is as final as death.
I would of welcomed the ring of black suits
Lowering me down.
A marker to say "love passed here"
A still born hope that never breathed.
But the heart is a simple organ
That only knows how to play it's part.
A memory is a death that dies again and dies again.