pair cull held fustian birds slit aware
guarantee drop helium portable sleeping pills
they could become
a pair of sweet love birds
hands held tightly
enjoying a little happiness
she was aware being in love
was no guarantee of a future
with someone
she was not one for a fustian display
sleeping pills or slit wrists
when things went awry
she had learnt
feelings can be portable
culled at the drop of a hat
dispensed with swiftly
tied to a helium balloon
and let to fly over the horizon
into the above and beyond
she promised herself
this would be the last time she opens
her heart to anyone