There was a time when the glass slipper graced my delicate la petite foot
that you guessed we had a similar future but discreetly
you mocked me

We should have been married in time and gently rearing gently bred children
but the lure of longevity, put you away from me, so many years
ahead of us

Guess what I put in the teapot of our delicately brewing tempest?

Coffee

Yes, coffee, that insidious brew that  you refuse to drink with me
as we sit watching the sun gain it's zenith, waiting for it to become
an apex in the sky
And when it leaves its blood spread across acres of blue
I scream WHY~

Until we sink into the darkness of the night and black
becomes white
and the stars are just aneurisms exploding
behind eyes that are blind

I find
Excuses and non de plumes
another name for the noxious fumes
that you continually spew at me
Freedom, Anonymity
all which are acceptable to you
but not me

saying goodbye *should be easy