You are carpet

                      burns at midnight Moonlight

                  blue shaded scars Nobody writes

              about you But you stay beautiful deep

          into the night    And haunt in the morning I

       stay sore all day just thinking about it. Purple

     wedding arrangements on display In the ominously

   lit Anwar Of a very divorced woman Things she can’t

  throw away That’s what you are to me  You are an empty

declaration of commitment You are the stale but beautiful

birthday cake that I can't admit the age to yet  Old pictures

that the maid keeps putting back up For sake of organization

I cannot escape you You are not only one You are a collection of

  mistakes More than one person sent to teach me the same

   lesson That I can’t learn So with this poem I bind you I wrap

     you like so many word witches before me I am in control

       of how you effect me And here I let you go We are not

        friends because you let go We are not lovers because

          you didn’t know how to love yet We are not together

             because I am repulsed By what happens to me when

                 I’m within two feet of you I bind all of this

                     You carpet burning, divorcee’ garbage

                           facing Empty picture framed

                                 collection of my past

                                             And I

                                             let it

                                           float up

                                              up

           ­                              into

                                        the

              ­                            sky



                                                   like

                                                          a­

                                                             love

                                                           ­      less



                                                               ­      b

                                                              ­        a

                                                      ­               l

                                                              ­     l

                                                              ­       o

                                                              ­         o

                                                              ­          n



(depart this life somewhere out in the ether where I can’t hear a thing)