The airport bar in Boston,
I'm sway drunk
& holding my glass
as if it's liquid gravity.
She sits next to me,
technically. But she's
drifting away like Orion into
unreachable courts of evening.
Its a hard thing to live with
someone who loves you less and less.
Rooms are always empty and loneliness
settles like ash on the soul.
The heart passes sentence
against itself.
Guilt's rapier
parries any kindness.
Sometimes I was desperate
and clawed my way through
acres of gin.
It never ended well.
But at that airport bar
I first heard a voice calling
from under the scattered waves
of the alcohol sea inside me.
It told me the truth:
her love was guttering
like a candle whose wax
is fleeing across the table.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
The airport bar in Boston,
I'm sway drunk
& holding my glass
as if it's liquid gravity.
She sits next to me,
technically. But she's
drifting away like Orion into
unreachable courts of evening.
Its a hard thing to live with
someone who loves you less and less.
Rooms are always empty and loneliness
settles like ash on the soul.
The heart passes sentence
against itself.
Guilt's rapier
parries any kindness.
Sometimes I was desperate
and clawed my way through
acres of gin.
It never ended well.
But at that airport bar
I first heard a voice calling
from under the scattered waves
of the alcohol sea inside me.
It told me the truth:
her love was guttering
like a candle whose wax
is fleeing across the table.
