....for the times when no words will do except someone else's....

Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

Doors Are Always Closing

I stand at the bathroom sink

begging for time to think,

But the mirror does nothing but mock.

I cannot take this anymore...

I hear your voice through the door,

But darling, everything's locked:

My gaze on my reflection, my sights on "the end,"

The way to your affection, the path to being friends,

locked up tight...

no key.

And we're both

lonley.

And you say

"oh please,"

but it's no use. I'm done with the abuse.

By the time the tears have dried away,

I find that you're well on your way...

Your footprints in the carpet by the door.

And I can't see your face,

just parts of you I can trace,

and a pair of your socks on the floor.

Drops of oil in your parking spot, scrambled eggs on your plate,

Fingerprints on your beer can, and a big marks on your clean slate...

And those flowers...

they bloom.

Odd colors

in that gray room.

And your breath

still looms

in the air, but you're no longer there.