Irony

It is somehow clarifying
To let something fall out of your life
And realize how little you needed it

How ironic that we don't talk
anymore

Fog

I don't know exactly what it is -
It doesn't ever seem to fall apart all at once,
Thread by thread it's tearing
Like the faded knees of her blue jeans.
Heads turn in half-shame
As half-truths replace the infatuation phase.
I'm too scared to admit
what used to be her constant support,
Is now a hole
Shaded grey to disguise itself
Into the crumbling ash buildings
that make up my love

I think back to how my heart
Would turn in circles
When she would sing in her car.
Now I'm left grasping for simple answers
As we sit in tense silence.

Eyes avoided,
While secrets and old habits are stealing
Back to the surface.

Excuses made,
Worry stains the back of my throat
With a bitter taste like copper

The lights in her eyes dim when she sees me;
I'm gone in her eyes already.
I'm just the fog she's wading through

Contrite

Crushed under the weight
Of all the many things I've done

Finally I see the missing piece,
Struck senseless again with guilt

The simple truth is that I am wrong
Once again I am stuck in this place

Every time I go back to this
I marvel in amazement

The blindness of my own eyes;
My hard-hearted pride in full view

Help me come back to the light

She Left Today

Physics can't explain the gravity
Of when someone tells you
They are leaving for good;
The hanging, deafening silence
Of exasperated emancipation
Lying open in our living room

Thrown towels and soft vowels
Underneath the breath
The missing consonants hissing
Like the bit of oil I left
On the frying pan in the kitchen
When you tried to make pancakes
(It's always my fault you burn things)

As you slowly brush past me
In the unearthly breath of silence
I catch the scent of your cinnamon skin

Now I am just wondering
Who is going to tell me
they love the mole on my
Left cheek when I wake up
Next Monday morning?