Empty tombstone

bed my *****

picked clean,


my temper

tested and

left to it's

madness.


the unbalance

thoughts of

your leaving.


holes in

my front shirt

pocket,


where I used

to keep all

my secrets

of you.


the tasty ones,

without equal,


the scent of  you

around me

now feeling

like hell's wrath.


I saw you

with him

last night,


him taking

the place of my

kisses stealing

the flickers of

starlight

from your eyes.


but it

was not

me and

I must

swear that to

oath from

now on,


it will never be

me again.


I am an

old photograph

with nothing to

do in your

heart but fade.


an old song

that will never

be able to

change it's

tune.


and your  love

will never

find me

here again.


with my

pants dropped

down below

my knees.


the newspaper

will still come to

christen my

cobble porch

tomorrow


and in the

afternoon

the trash flies

will come to

be scattered

and picked up

by four,


on this

slow news day.


as my bones

turn to grey

and my heart

can ask for

nothing more.


than to stand

in love's

broken corners

alone.