Quiet mornings,
Eyes glued shut
Warm things wrapping your legs
And body
Cocooned In heaven
And also
Late for work

Was it me or was it you?
At some point it doesn’t matter,
We’ve gone our separate ways
And nothing remains but memories:
Our playful give and take,
The laughter that softened the tears,
The bedroom ballet that kept us smiling.
So many smiles that we thought
Would be emotional cement.
I can’t muster any bitterness
But I can wallow in the happy times
That touched the edges of our lives
And maybe never penetrated deep enough
To sustain what we imagined we had
Together. Forever.

Part of her is scarred

and she wraps that spot

with scarves, high collars

or extra mascara.

Remnant traces

ring her shoulder.

Embittered echoes
careen 
around her brain.

His self-inflicted torture

spills over onto her

as his crazed lashes
strike her 
bone deep.


Musty smells

from those moments

linger among
her nostril mucus.

She carries on

unable to attain

her forgiveness.

She HATES him,
With all her heart and all her soul.

He was hopeless,
He couldn't do anything right.

When she was in darkness, he offered her no light,
Instead he joined her.
When she was down, he didn't lift her up,
Instead he joined her.
When she cried, he didn't make her laugh,
Instead he joined her.
When she was wounded, he did not cure her,
Instead he joined her.

In the end she couldn't take it,
She told him to leave,
For once he did the right thing...
He left.

Watching the flowers fall to the ground,
She realized her mistake,
His love, after all, wasn't fake,
So she waited...and waited...

She LOVES him,
With all her heart and all her soul.

Looks like the things he did,
were right all along.