“tell me why?” i ask myself.
everynight. the wind roughens up
the skeletal pond. my roses have shriveled.
an upside-down moon eyes me
from across the room and
my pillow is a treasure-trove.
yet i have no answer.
“tell me why?” i bare my palms.
there are no more lines of blood for
this isn’t just melancholy. call me a fool.
the stars rumble, crash next-door in
chaotic splinters. and suddenly
my windows are throbbing alive,
tearing ferociously off themselves-
my world is numb.
everynight. i am the accused,
“you broke his heart” there is no hope
for a plea. my mouth is quinine and
there are monsters inside my head
and i have not a single
song to sing to me to sleep anymore.
i let the one man i ever loved go.