october never starts this cold,
the slugs are out in droves.
and if the smoke mingles
and our brain chemistry is correct
then why can’t we meet as one?
you’re like ripping off adhesives,
slowly, more painfully, and quickly, you still sting.
you’re like muddy pots and samhain plots,
something once thought of and never again completed.

i’m stuck with a love that can’t compete
and isn’t for want of much,
but it drags its smooth breath over the silver sword
and cuts in deep
when you bring up someone else.

who,
are they to you but pawns?
you forgot to cherish me, your queen
who would release love into your eyelids at night
and take your scars and never once ask about the past.
i know i’ll care better than her, more powerful than her, more straight forward as her, more meaningful as her, more more intense as her…

get yourself up off the ground,
it’s time to stop mourning the life you once thought you’d live.