no, the context was not right,
and in the end,
i suppose my nails were
much too long,
i had dredged up these
silver-dollar words for you
but they were empty fishing nets.

my warm bed was not enough
to keep you.

what's more is that
i wish this hadn't happened.
i do not want to have to think
of what it means to be more alone
than i have ever been now.
the abandonment
gets more real and tragic
every time this sad story
falls to its death.

it's not that i am being cruel.
i know you care for me and
you don't want to see me go out so fallen,

but how else should i go?
what else is there to say?

10/04/2009

Posted on 10/04/2009
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