Difficult
are the days as we transition from friends to strangers
No
more warm “Hello”…
Even
the winter nights seem intentionally colder
Like
the stinging fatal bite from a mantis on its lover
Tell
me, what’s a good thing if it won’t last forever?
I
wish I could rip you from memory and cast you aside
Forget
I knew anything about you
Your
smell, your touch, your kiss
A
depth of feelings I could never hide
I
wish you could live in my mind for just one day
Simply
to understand how I feel
It’s
like I have said the same thing a thousand times
Yet
my lips remain sealed.
Now
am filled with the morning after tales of confusion and regret
Drunk
on… Drunk on… damn you!
Why
do I persist? Why do I continue?
Flogging
this corpse of a relationship to get through to you
I
tire of these incomplete nights
These
egg shell conversations to avoid a fight,
Yet
after the self induced smiles
Champagne
and wine
The
ghost of you remains.
Remnants
of our days
Earnestly
replays
As
I passively carry on with my now habitual ways.
Cursed,
flawed and tainted I roam
Considering
any bed I lay my head a home.
Sleep
is no more than the hands of Pandora
Plagued
by an unrelenting grasp of what was, could be, but is no more.
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