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You said nothing, but it was
so crisp and clear.
Did you see me collapse and fall away at your
feet?
I didn't tell you all I felt, but even that was too
much.
For a few more days, I'll be sorry I know the
truth.
I know I won't see you again because you won't come
back
To the place where misfit property plays.
So I get more
practice suffering.
Do not act as if you have the sky or
rafters over me,
And don't run from me as I am that obsessed to
have followed you here.
It is over, so maybe it is time for you
to deal now.
Just who do you think is worthy of my prolonged
affection?
I am angry today.
Surely brought out of this
indifferent staleness.
I poured oceans into pillows,
And at
face value,
You turned it away.
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