Another early morning sitting in the semi- dark
Semi-conscious and semi- hallucinatory.
Thoughts.
Pictures. None, thanks to you.
Memories, good and bad.
Loneliness, my favourite, thanks to you, and you.
For one night, forever, I feel badly for what I?ve done.
As collections and fragments flood my brain.
You?ve done it again. And you are grinning and
In love.
What fools came before you to make you as such?
If the question was ever posed, you would not
Be able to answer, but instead, give me a long
Explanation of your life thus far and how I
Complicate YOU.
And in the same instant you can touch my heart
And shatter my resolve to leave you. To find a better
Life with someone else.
And every time I talk with another man, you are
There, listening, your heart breaking in my mind.
When morning comes again your lack of physical
Presence can go unnoticed, as it did not just the
Evening before. That evening when I died for you,
But lived for another.
Painful? Indeed. For me? Yes. For you? You don't know.
You don't inquire
you make assumptions.
The first man to assume I'm not a whore.
How Foolish, love.