A raided home,
everything disheveled,
tracing the spot where your head once laid with my fingertips.
Feeling like a ghost draped in a cloth,
a broken jar sits on the night stand
blood stains from trying to fix what couldn’t be.
The strength of the fool shattered,
blood on my sleeve,
always a child of love now what stairs at me?
The rooms all torn asunder,
flashbacks of past lovers,
drawn to the scent of your smoke,
blocked vision like a race horse,
scrubbing my hands most rapidly.
Shaved my face,
cut my hair,
some place to begin,
picked up all my books I through around when I was angered.
Walked out the door missed the day light,
found comfort in the chilly wind,
I got nothing to prove to you.
Walked down the street cheeks turned pink,
you’ll never see me again.
Almost walked into the light of a furious car,
the facts are you made me feel like a ghost,
ripped out my beating heart, yet I go on.
Looked up saw all the glowing dead,
some place to start, what a sight,
I know now what I couldn’t have before,
lost year, splattered fears,
slain imposter,
put everything that I could back neatly.
I despise not now, making most of the rest of my life.