It starts as a simple untruth
a spun tale of convenience that slips through well travelled lips
It's intent
never malicious
as it falls before another
muddying what was
before its creation
vividly clear
Its very presence changing forever a path that had great promise
to a road undesirable and dark
It matters not the reason it was cast
but it still LIES in the way just the same
Once set
it cannot be undone
as you have unintentionally ruined with your verbal carelessness
what could have been...

I can't help writing
pages after pages after pages
about you, and about this void that is filled
with only the white colors of your absence.

Sometimes a question hangs there,
like a cobweb: weak, or a metal tied to a string;
strong and heavy, and crushing
and I wonder for hours while I am trapped in these walls
of distance, and despair, and yearning:
Were you really ever mine?

For our anniversary
you gave me a rope necklace
Then got angry when i started
chocking on
my
words.

Five years, one month, and five days.

I don't even recognize myself anymore.

What did you do to me!?

And where is the rest of me...?