Message received
Inevitable small talk follows
About the weather and time and guilt
And the new job and other mindless things
And maybe we could talk on the phone

And the exchange is funny
Because we haven't spoken in months
And I tell my friends and they give me a hard time
Because they're my friends and
I've had a few drinks and
It doesn't matter

I've never been good at small talk

And so I lie
And we wait
To justify my curiosity
And when I'm ready
You're not
And now
It's been two days and
I'm beginning to relate
Again
To the genius of a drunk
With a pen

She dwelled on thoughts looking at her love as
It was lacerated upon the walls, her wrists burdened
shackled with the wire of belief but now they bleed.

She was in need of extraction as this feeling hemorrhaging
Under her skin, tainted regrets blood turning from
Red to onyx crimson clogging her thoughts inside out.

A scalpel of truth buried in her chest, a glancing blow
On her throat cutting out words of maybes and I don't
Knows now silenced beyond reproach.

She was unresponsive, her insides were open but being
Sutured with untrusting sentiment. she had bled out, she
Felt cold inside. He had killed her, her love had now died.

The melodic entrance begins
I'm undone like a spell
Willingly bewitched
Indulge me

Please sing; no voice, no soul
Even those lost have something to offer

Silence intrudes upon removal
Everything's suddenly missing
As I wander the world
No meaning but what my ears are subject to

Play another and make it count
One wrong pick and I'm disrupted

Make it count.

A hornet fell out of the sky
"and I…."
I am sitting
watching it suffer
noting the smell
of bleach on the wind

It is strange how looking at an image of you
from so long since last looking into your eyes,

That I can still remember every breath caught
every moment of each second lived
in every silver touch standing in your eyes,
where it was like being seen for the first time,
until you saw too much and too deep and too fast

and then you blinked and I was gone.

Removed from your thoughts and from your life and from your love
which moved on to another, more worthy,
upon whom you can look longer, stand taller, gaze deeper
than I can ever hope to achieve to be.